The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The wind screamed against the shutters, a ragged, high-pitched whine that made the teeth ache. Inside the cabin, the air was thick, stagnant, smelling of wet wool and iron. Silas stood in the center of the room, his chest heaving. He was a large man, broad-shouldered, but the cold had seeped into his bones. It was not just the weather. It was the sickness. It started in the lungs, a dry,...

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