The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The cold in the breakroom was a specific kind of damp, the sort that settled into the pores and stayed there, smelling of wet concrete and stale coffee. Elias, a sixteen-year-old apprentice with hands that had not yet learned to stop shaking, stood by the industrial coffee maker, watching the dark liquid drip into the plastic cup. His name was called from the doorway, not by a voice, but by the...

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