The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The rain in Oakhaven did not fall so much as it hung, a gray curtain that smelled of wet slate and diesel. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the square, his coat heavy with water, his fingers white-knuckled around the silver compass his father had left him twenty years ago. He was there to stop the council vote, to hold up the evidence that the new zoning law was a sham, a mechanism for Mayor...

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