The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The mud sucked at Thomas Bradshaw’s boots with a wet, greedy hiss as he drove his elbow into the guard’s throat, a motion so practiced it felt less like violence and more like a final, necessary exhalation, the kind that clears the lungs after a long dive into ice water. The torchlight flickered violently in the drafty corridor, casting long, jagged shadows that danced across the rough-hewn...

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