The Pale Shadows
"You found it," Elias said. He did not look up from the map. His fingers traced the jagged line of the river. "I found the mark," I corrected. My voice was steady. I had practiced that steadiness for three days. It was a muscle. I flexed it now. Elias lifted his head. His eyes were pale, washed out by the gray light of the office. The city outside was a blur of rain and neon. It was a city...
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