The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The glass was cold against my palm, a smooth, heavy thing that hummed with a low, subterranean vibration. I was fitting it into the archival sleeve, my fingers steady despite the damp chill that rose from the floor grates, when Halloway’s shadow fell across the workbench. He did not look at the shard. He looked at my face, his eyes narrowing as if checking for the first signs of a stroke....

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