The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The brass stamp, cold and heavy as a small skull, sat in Elias’s palm, its face worn smooth by years of bureaucratic abuse. He turned it over, feeling the weight of the theft in the hollow of his wrist, before sliding it into the pocket of his threadbare coat. The municipal building loomed behind him, a block of grey stone that swallowed the afternoon light, its windows dark and unblinking....

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