The Pale Shadows
Elias Thorne, you are late for the audit, and the Master does not wait for the dead or the damned. The voice of the Guild clerk cut through the drizzle that had been falling since dawn, slicking the cobblestones of Cheapside into a mirror of grey and black. Elias stood under the awning of the chandler’s shop, the wax seal of his late father pressed against his chest, a heavy, cold weight that...
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