The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The carriage jolted, throwing Elias Thorne against the velvet seat as it crested the final rise. He was forty-two, a man of ink and paper, and the air that rushed in through the cracked window tasted of copper and wet rot. Below, the Vane Manor rose from the fog like a black tooth, its medieval spires piercing the grey sky. Elias wanted his pension. He wanted the quiet dignity of a life...

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