The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The coat was heavy. It hung on the back of a bent iron chair in the station locker room, its wool thick and dark as a bruise. Elias Thorne stared at it. The fabric had been tailored for a man who believed in order. In the geometry of the world. Now, it smelled of damp wool and old tobacco, and the lining was torn at the left shoulder where a bayonet had passed through. Elias did not touch it....

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