The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The morning mist hung low over the grey slate roofs of Oakhaven, a thick, wet shroud that smelled of damp wool and old iron, and in the small, cluttered kitchen at the end of Sorrow Lane, Elara Vane stood with her back to the window, peeling a potato with a knife so dull it felt like dragging a stone through water, her eyes fixed on the swirling, pale shapes that drifted just beyond the glass,...

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