The Pale Shadows
The fog that settled over Millhaven did not merely obscure the world; it devoured it, a thick, wet wool drawn slowly over the eyes of the town until only the nearest object, the self, remained visible. In the cellar of the old textile mill, where the air hung heavy with the scent of damp wool and rusted iron, Elias Thorne stood before a cage of his own making. Inside the cage sat a creature of...
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