The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The iron shackle bit into Elias’s wrist, a cold and unyielding band of rust that had long since become part of his skin. He was not alone in the cellar of the mill, but the darkness was so absolute that the others felt more like vibrations in the air than distinct bodies. There was Thomas, whose breathing was a shallow, wet rasp, and there was young Samuel, who had not spoken in three days....

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