The Pale Shadows
The ship shuddered, a violent convulsion that threw me against the railing. I gripped the cold iron, my knuckles white, my lungs burning with a familiar, wet ache. I am Elias Thorne, thirty-two, a customs inspector bound for the Arctic outpost of Svalbard. I want to seize the Pale Shadow, a rare, translucent mineral my father died chasing, believing it will cure the wasting sickness in my...
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