The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The coat was brown. Not the rich, oxblood brown of autumn leaves, but the flat, dusty brown of dried mud. It hung on the back of a chair in the small office at the end of the corridor. It was a heavy thing, woolen, with a collar that had turned soft and shapeless from years of friction. It smelled of pipe tobacco and damp wool. It was the only thing in the room that looked alive. Elias Thorne...

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