The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The bus groaned as it climbed the mountain pass, its engine wheezing against the thinning air. Elias sat by the window, his knuckles white around a small, leather-bound notebook. He was a man of quiet habits and loud thoughts, a professor of linguistics who had traded the damp stone of Oxford for the sterile hum of the Sanitarium on Mount Aethel. He had come here to study the patients. He had...

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