The Pale Shadows
The rain lashed against the wet asphalt of the city, a relentless, gray curtain that blurred the neon signs of the downtown district into streaks of bleeding color, while Elias Vance stood in the center of the intersection, his hands raised in a guard so tight that the tendons in his forearms stood out like cables under his skin, his breathing a shallow, controlled rattle that he had learned to...
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