The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The coal dust clung to the leather of the contract, a fine, grey powder that felt like dried blood under Elias Thorne’s thumb. He turned the page, the sound sharp and dry, like a bone snapping. Across the table, Steward Miller watched him with eyes that had seen too many men break in this very chair. The room smelled of stale tobacco and the damp, metallic tang of the mine below. "You’re...

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