The Pale Shadows
The timber groans, a sound like a bone snapping under a boot, and then the world goes black. You are Elias Thorne, thirty-two years old, and you are buried alive in the Blackwood Shaft. The air is thick, tasting of iron and wet dust, pressing against your lungs like a heavy wool blanket. Your lantern is dark, smashed against the rock face. You are alone in the suffocating dark, and the only...
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