The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The rain did not fall so much as it suspended itself in the air, a grey, static curtain that blotted out the sun and turned the world into a muted painting of damp wool and old stone. Eleanor Ashworth sat in the high-backed chair of her study, a room that smelled of beeswax and the slow decay of paper, her hands resting in her lap with a stillness that was not peace but a kind of terrible,...

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