The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The rusted key was heavy in Elias’s palm, cold and jagged against his twelve-year-old skin. He held it up to the single, flickering bulb hanging from the basement ceiling, the metal teeth catching the light in a way that made his eyes water. The air in the sealed room was thick, tasting of damp plaster and the metallic tang of old blood. He had been here for three days, or maybe three hours;...

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