The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The rain in Prague did not wash the city clean; it merely made the grime slick and treacherous. Elias sat in the corner of the *U Fleků*, a tavern that smelled of aged hops and damp wool, watching the condensation bead on the windowpane. He was an exile in his own mind, a man who had fled the quiet, crumbling estate of his childhood in Yorkshire to seek a life of anonymity in the heart of...

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