The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The dream was always the same: Clara’s hands, pale and translucent, crumbling into a fine, gray powder that drifted away from his fingers like ash from a snuffed candle. Elias Thorne woke with a gasp, the sheets tangled around his legs, the cold air of the estate pressing against his skin. He rolled over, expecting to find the usual dryness of sleep, but his palm was slick. He turned his hand...

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