The Pale Shadows
The soot in the Imperial Ministry’s archive did not merely dust the shelves; it settled into the pores of the paper, a fine, gray ash that smelled of burnt coal and old secrets, and Elias Thorne found that he could not breathe without tasting the metallic tang of his own inadequacy. He stood before the oak desk of Director Vane, his hands clasped so tightly behind his back that the knuckles...
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