The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The rain did not fall; it was forced. It hammered against the corrugated steel roof of the decommissioned processing unit. A rhythmic, violent percussion. Tick. Tick. Tick. The sound was a metronome for the fight. Elias Vane moved in the dark. He was a large man. Broad shoulders. Heavy hands. He wore a uniform that had been patched so many times the fabric had lost its original color. It was...

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