The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The rain in the Archive did not fall; it hovered. It hung in the air like a fine, grey mist that tasted of iron and old paper, settling into the folds of Elias Thorne’s coat, which had long since lost its shape to the damp. Elias sat at his desk, a low slab of oak that seemed to breathe with the humidity, his fingers resting on a ledger that recorded nothing but silence. He was a clerk of the...

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