The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The clock in the tower struck four. It was a hollow sound. Julian sat at his desk. The wood was cold. He wore the coat. It was blue. Wool had frayed at the elbows. The lining was bare. He touched the fabric. It felt like skin. He was the Royal Archivist. He worked in the basement. The air smelled of dust and iron. The industrial age had swallowed the castle. Steam pipes ran through the walls....

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