The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The blade of the bone saw bit into the femur of the stallion with a dry, grinding shriek that echoed off the barn walls. Elias Thorne did not flinch, though the vibration traveled up his arm and settled deep in the elbow joint, a dull ache that had been building for weeks. He was thirty-four years old, a constable in Oakhaven, and he needed the promotion to Chief more than he needed to sleep....

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