The Pale Shadows
The rain did not fall so much as it persisted, a fine, grey mist that settled into the pores of the city’s skin, turning the asphalt of the lower districts into a slick, reflective mirror of the endless overcast sky. Elias Vane stood in the doorway of his office, a narrow, windowless room on the fourth floor of a crumbling brick building that had once housed a textile mill and now served as a...
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