The Pale Shadows
The silence in the warehouse did not fall so much as it accumulated, a heavy, dust-choked sediment that settled into the creases of Elias Thorne’s skin, pressing against the worn cotton of his shirt and the leather of his gloves, a weight that was less physical than it was temporal, a slow, suffocating embrace that whispered of endings long before they arrived and of beginnings that had already...
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