The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The banquet hall in the old textile district smelled of damp wool and cheap wine, a scent that clung to the back of the throat like a lie. Elias Thorne stood near the center of the room, holding a glass of red that he had not yet tasted, watching the crowd move in a slow, circular dance of pleasantries. He was a man of quiet habits and loud reputation, a sociologist whose work on urban...

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