The Pale Shadows
Thorne, you’re making a scene, and I don’t pay for drama, I pay for load-bearing integrity." The voice of Mr. Vance cut through the low hum of the gala, sharp as a chisel striking granite, and the sound of it seemed to vibrate in the marrow of my teeth, a frequency that had nothing to do with the jazz band playing in the corner and everything to do with the brass compass clutched in my left...
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