The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The brass pendulum of the grandfather clock did not tick; it whispered. It was a soft, metallic exhalation that filled the high-ceilinged study of the Whitmore estate, a sound that seemed to vibrate in the marrow of Arthur’s bones. Arthur sat in the wingback chair, his hands resting on his knees, fingers interlaced with a precision that bordered on mechanical. He was a man who had spent forty...

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