The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The air in the dining room of the Whitmore estate was thick with the scent of roasted pheasant and the low hum of expensive conversation, a dense fog that seemed to suspend time in a state of comfortable, oblivious luxury. Elias Whitmore stood by the window, watching the rain lash against the glass, his reflection a pale, distorted ghost superimposed on the darkening landscape of the garden. He...

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