The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The ink in Elias Thorne’s well was cold, a thick, black sludge that smelled of iron and old blood, and he dipped his quill with the mechanical precision of a man who had spent twenty-two years recording the deaths of others, his wrist aching with a dull, persistent throb that had become a second heartbeat. He was thirty-four years old, which meant he had served since the age of twelve, a...

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