The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The hall smelled of beeswax and old blood. It was a thick, cloying scent, trapped under the high vaulted ceiling of the Whitmore estate, where the chandelier cast a web of fractured light across the marble floor. Colonel Elias Thorne stood at the center of the room, his uniform pressed sharp, his spine a rigid line against the softness of the velvet drapes. He did not look at the guests. He...

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