The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

Elias Thorne’s fingers were black to the knuckle, the ink from the ledger seeping into the whorls of his skin like a bruise. He wiped his hands on his tunic, leaving dark smears on the wool, and stared at the sealed cabinet in the corner of the vault. The High Court’s rules were clear. No one touched the sealed archives without a writ from the Chancellor. Elias had no writ. He had a deadline....

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