The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The iron box sat in the center of the table, a squat, riveted thing of blackened metal that smelled of oil and old blood. It was not a large object, no bigger than a man’s head, yet it possessed a gravitational weight that seemed to pull the air in the room downward, pressing against the chest of everyone present. Thomas Bradshaw stood before it, his hands clasped behind his back, his knuckles...

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