The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The air in the counting house smelled of wet stone and dried lavender, a scent that had permeated the velvet hangings and the heavy oak beams over the course of thirty years until it was indistinguishable from the dust itself, and Silas Vane sat behind his desk, his fingers tracing the intricate, gilded inlay of a brass astrolabe that did not belong to him, not in the way that ownership is...

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