The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The dream began not with light, but with the smell of wet stone and the persistent, cloying sweetness of lilies that had long since begun to rot, a scent that Elias Thorne had known in his bones before he had ever seen the face of the woman standing at the foot of his bed, her hands bound by ribbons of pale silk that looked less like restraints and more like veins, pulsing with a faint,...

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