The Pale Shadows
Chapter One Anders Oberg’s hands were stained black to the second knuckle, the ink of the parish ledger bleeding into the whorls of his palms as he turned the page, the motion stiff with the ache of fifty-two years and the creeping dark that had begun to eat the edges of his sight. He was not merely reading; he was fighting to hold the town’s history in his mind before his own memory dissolved...
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