The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a fine, grey mist that clung to the wool of Sergeant Elias Thorne’s greatcoat, turning the fabric into a heavy, sodden weight that dragged at his shoulders with every step. He stood in the corridor of the Blackwood Asylum, a place where the walls were painted a color that had once been white but was now the sickly yellow of old teeth, and the...

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