The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The air in the archive room was thick, tasting of damp cardboard and old dust. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the cramped, windowless space, his hands hovering over the final box of service records. He was forty years old, and in three days, he would be mandatory retired, his pension secured only if this last stack of files was filed correctly. The institution had been erasing his career...

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