The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The mud of the Thorne estate was not merely wet; it was a living, sucking thing that seemed to pull at your boots with the tenacity of a grieving widow. You, Elias Thorne, stood in the center of the drive, the cold November air biting at your exposed neck, watching the distant lights of the Ministry carriage cut through the fog like a surgical blade. You were forty-two, a man whose face had...

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