The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The blade hummed, a low, metallic whine that vibrated through the leather grip and into the bone of Elias Thorne’s forearm. He parried a high cut, his wrist snapping back with a precision that cost him three seconds of breath and a sharp, tearing pain in his left lung. Across the strip, Silas Vane watched, his eyes narrowed behind thick spectacles, his hands resting on his hips like a man...

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