The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The rain in Florence did not wash the city clean; it merely slicked the grime into a black mirror that reflected the gaslights back at the men who walked beneath them, turning every face into a smudge of soot and shadow. Elias Vane stood on the Ponte Vecchio, the silver ring in his left hand trembling so violently that he could not close the clasp, the metal cold as a river stone against his...

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