The Pale Shadows
The rain against the windows of the Ashford estate did not fall so much as it hung, a grey, suspended curtain that blurred the world into a smear of mud and rot. You stood in the hallway, your hands trembling not from the cold that seeped through the floorboards but from the arithmetic of your life, the numbers in your head a sharp, bleeding wound. Elias was late again, his shadow stretching...
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