The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

Thorne. Move your legs, you coward. The voice was his own, screaming inside his skull, but his body refused to answer. Elias Thorne stood in the center of what had been his living room, clutching a forged passport to his chest. The paper was damp with sweat and the dust of the collapsed ceiling. Outside, the air tasted of copper and wet ash, a metallic tang that coated the back of his throat....

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