The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The rain in Harrowgate did not fall; it hung, a heavy, sulfurous curtain that turned the gaslights into blurred, weeping halos. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood beneath the eaves of the Governor’s mansion, the wet stone slick under his boots, his hand resting on the cold iron of his revolver. He was thirty-two years old, a man whose face had been mapped by the same soot that choked the city, and he...

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