The Pale Shadows
The paper was thin, translucent enough that the grain of the mahogany desk showed through like a vein beneath skin, and Elias Thorne held it with a grip that had once been capable of snapping a steel bar but now trembled slightly in the cold air of the office. It was a dismissal notice, unsigned, waiting for his authority to make it real, and the name at the top was his own brother’s, Julian, a...
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