The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The air in the hall smelled of wet wool and old varnish, a thick, cloying scent that seemed to coat the back of my throat as I stood before the mirror, my hands trembling so violently that I could not bring them up to cover my face. "You look like a man who has been buried and then dug up again, Thomas," said Arthur, his voice low and rough, vibrating with a tension that felt physical in the...

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