The Pale Shadows
The bone shard in my left hand is warm. It has always been warm, a persistent fever against the skin, but today it pulses like a second heart. I am Elias Thorne, Senior Inquisitor of Oakhaven, and I am dying. My chest tightens with every step up the spiraling stairs of the High Court, a physical reminder that my time is short. The High Court has declared me a heretic for failing to contain the...
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