The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The fog in Oakhaven didn’t just hang; it breathed. It tasted of rust and wet ash, clogging the back of my throat as I stood before the mill ruins, the iron gates rusted shut like a jaw. I was Silas Vane, thirty-two, and I had come to clear my name. The town blamed me for the fire that took Thomas, my partner, and the council cited my "negligence" as the cause. I wanted justice, but the system...

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