The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The frost had not yet melted from the cobblestones of the Whitehall courtyard, but the air inside the Ministry was thick, heavy with the scent of old paper and damp wool. Commander Elias Thorne stood before the window, his back to the room, watching the grey London dawn bleed through the glass. His uniform was immaculate, the brass buttons catching the pale light like cold eyes. He was a man...

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