The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The dream was not a dream but a waking, a suspension of breath in the high, cold air of the attic. Elias Thorne stood before the window, his hands buried deep in the folds of a coat that had once been the color of midnight rain. Now it was the color of dried blood, faded to a bruised violet, the wool thin and translucent where the elbows had rubbed against the rough wood of his workbench for...

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