The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The shadow of the pendulum did not swing. It hung still, a black tear in the air, while the brass weight arced back and forth in time. Elias Thorne watched it for ten minutes, his hand trembling on the workbench. The cough hit him then, a wet, rattling thing that tore up from his lungs. He suppressed it, wiping his mouth with a rag already stiff with oil. The shop smelled of coal smoke and old...

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