The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The revolver sits on the steel desk, cold and heavy, the only thing in the precinct that feels solid. You are Elias Thorne. You are forty-five years old. You have served this county for twenty-two years. The walls are sweating. The light from the single overhead bulb is weak, yellowed, and it does not explain the shadows. They move. Not with the flicker of the bulb, but with intent. They...

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