The Pale Shadows
"You’ll do as I say, or you’re done." The voice was low, barely above a whisper, but it cut through the damp chill of the mill office like a blade. I looked up from my ledger. Mr. Vance stood by the window, his back to me, watching the fog roll off the river. He did not turn around. He just kept his hands clasped behind his back, the way a man holds a leash. I wanted to keep Clara safe. That...
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