The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

Elias. The name was not a question, but a summons, spoken by the rain as it hammered against the slate roof of the Thorne estate, a rhythmic drumming that had replaced the silence of the last six months since Margaret’s death. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the hallway, his hands clasped behind his back, his posture rigid as the ancient oak that dominated the front lawn, a tree whose...

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