The Pale Shadows
The winter of 1912 bit hard into Oakhaven, a town of soot-stained brick and the rhythmic thud of looms. Elara Vance sat on the edge of her mother’s bed, the silver brooch in her hand. It was a heavy thing, tarnished now, but the craftsmanship was undeniable. A cluster of pearls held by twisted wire, once set with stones that had glinted in the gaslight of a better time. Her mother had worn it...
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