The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The rain had not stopped for three days. It fell with a persistent, gray indifference against the glass of my office window, blurring the city into a watercolor of slate and rust. I sat at my desk, the wood polished by years of anxious hands, and watched the droplets race each other down the pane. My name was Arthur Penhaligon, and I was a man who had built his life on the architecture of...

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