The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The cellar smelled of wet stone and the sweet, rotting perfume of over-ripe figs. Elias Vane sat on a damp wooden crate, his hands trembling not from the cold, but from the terrible, electric hum that vibrated in his teeth. He was a man of precision, a grocer who measured sugar by the gram and salt by the pinched grain, yet tonight his hands shook like leaves in a gale. On the table before him...

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