The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The air in the Foundry District tasted of copper and wet ash. Silas Vane stood on the catwalk, his boots ringing against the iron grating, watching the river below. It was not a natural river. It was a vein of liquid mercury that pulsed with a slow, rhythmic light, feeding the massive gears of the city above. The sky was a bruised purple, choked by smokestacks that breathed out steam like the...

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