The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The air in the attic of the Whitmore estate did not merely stagnate; it breathed. It was a heavy, damp exhalation of rotting timber and dried lavender, a scent that clung to the back of the throat like a forgotten memory. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood in the center of the room, his uniform still stained with the mud of the Somme, his hands trembling not from cold, but from a violent, internal...

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