The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The heat in the boiler room was a physical weight, pressing against Elias Thorne’s chest like a wet wool blanket. "You’re shaking, Thorne." The voice belonged to Mr. Vane, the overseer, who stood in the doorway of the night watchman’s booth, his breath pluming in the cold air of the corridor. Elias kept his eyes on the pressure gauge, the needle trembling slightly in the red zone. He had been...

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