The Pale Shadows
The elevator hummed. A low, electric drone that vibrated in the teeth. It was the only sound in the shaft of the Sterling Tower. No wind. No rain. Just the metal groan of ascent. Julian Vance stood at the center of the car. He was a small man. Thin. His suit was charcoal, tailored to a razor’s edge. It looked like armor. Inside the armor, he was hollow. He watched the floor numbers climb. 40....
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