The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The heath was not empty, though it looked so. Elias Thorne stood before the boundary stone, his knuckles swollen and white, the crowbar heavy in his grip. He was fifty-two, but his hands looked older, gnarled by arthritis and the long, cold winters of his retirement. He wanted to clear the stone, to move it three inches to the east, settling the final, petty debt to his late brother, Arthur. It...

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