The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The mortar crumbled. It fell in a soft, white dust. I watched it hit the stone floor. It did not shatter. It dissolved. The bowl was empty. My hands shook. Not from fear. From loss. I am a scholar. Of things that do not exist. Of herbs that heal. Of powders that kill. Of the space between breath and silence. My name is Elias Thorne. I live in the city. In the old quarter. Where the cobblestones...

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