The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a gray, wet shroud over the courtyard of St. Jude’s. Elara stood by the window of her office, a square of glass in the limestone wall, watching the droplets race each other down the pane. She was a woman who had made a career of looking closely, of finding the crack in the porcelain, the lie in the ledger. But today, the looking felt less...

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