The Pale Shadows
The ledger on Elias Thorne’s desk held three thousand, four hundred and twelve entries, a number that had grown by exactly one every Tuesday for the last nine years. He counted them now, not with a pen, but with the cold, sliding weight of the shadow that sat behind his chair, its fingers interlaced on the backrest, mirroring his own rigid posture. The light in the archive room was the dull,...
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