The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The vial sat on the steel tray, a sliver of pale, viscous liquid catching the sterile light of the infirmary. Elias Thorne stared at it, his knuckles white as he gripped the edge of the bed where his son, Julian, lay. The boy was twelve, small for his age, his chest heaving with a shallow, rattling rhythm that had grown weaker by the hour. Outside, the palace halls were silent, but inside, the...

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