The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The drill bit caught on a rivet and shuddered, sending a spray of rust-colored dust across the ledger. Elias Thorne pulled the tool back, wiping the grit from his knuckles with a rag that was already black with grime. He was forty-two, and his hands, usually steady enough to transcribe the finest architectural details, trembled slightly in the cold. The subterranean vault of the old Meridian...

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