The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The rain had been falling for three days. It drummed against the slate roof of the estate like a thousand fingers tapping impatiently on a table. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of damp wool, stale tea, and the metallic tang of sickness. Elias Thorne sat in the high-backed leather chair by the fireplace, his back rigid, his hands resting on his knees. He wore his uniform, though the...

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