The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The fog clung to the iron girders of the warehouse. It was a grey, wet thing. It tasted of rust. It tasted of old rain. Elias sat on a crate. He held a notebook. The pen hovered. He did not write. He waited. The clock on the wall ticked. It was a heavy sound. It filled the room. It drove the air out. Marcus stood by the door. He wore a black coat. It was too tight. His eyes were red. He looked...

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