The Pale Shadows
The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a grey curtain drawn tight against the windows of the house on Blackwood Lane. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the hallway, his hand resting on the cold iron of the doorframe, feeling the vibration of the storm that was not quite there, not quite real. He was a man who had spent forty years looking for things that were missing, for the...
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