The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The rain on the cobblestones of Blackwood Lane did not fall; it was pressed down from a sky so heavy and low it felt less like weather and more like a physical weight, a hand resting on your shoulders, demanding you stay. You stood at the threshold of the precinct, watching the steam rise from the grates in swirling, ghostly ribbons. They were not just steam. You had learned that much in the...

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