The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The dream was a library. Not a quiet one, but a roaring furnace of paper. Elias woke with the taste of ash in his mouth, the metallic tang of old blood. He sat up in the narrow bed of his boarding house in Vienna. The year was 1893. The air was thick with coal smoke and the distant, rhythmic clatter of the tram lines. He reached for the object on the nightstand. It was a small, brass telescope,...

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