The Pale Shadows
The rain had not stopped for three days, and it felt less like weather and more like a verdict, a heavy, grey curtain that pulled down the sky and pressed it against the wet slate roofs of Harrowgate until the whole town seemed to be holding its breath underwater. You stood in the center of the main square, the cobblestones slick and treacherous beneath your boots, listening to the...
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