The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The cart groaned under the weight of the clay, a low, continuous moan that seemed to rise from the earth itself as they moved through the valley of the Whispering Pines. Elias Thorne sat on the edge of the load, his boots caked in the red dust of the kiln site, his hands resting on his knees with the stillness of a man who had long ago stopped trying to outrun his own shadow. He was a potter,...

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