The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The mortar was too wet. "It’s the damp, Elara. It’s always the damp here. You can’t fight the house." Thomas Bradshaw, the estate’s steward, leaned against the doorframe, his breath pluming in the cold air of the north wing. He held a mug of tea that had long since gone lukewarm. His eyes, pale and watery, tracked the line of fresh brickwork I had laid that morning. The bricks were dark,...

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