The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended mist that clung to the wool of Elias Thorne’s coat and seeped into the joints of his fingers, which were stained permanently with the ochre dust of the clay he had spent thirty years shaping into vessels of utility and beauty. He stood at the edge of the moor, where the heather had been stripped back by the relentless wind, and...

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