The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The bell above the door rang, a sharp, metallic crack that cut through the low hum of the composing stick. Elias Vane did not look up. His fingers, thick and swollen at the knuckles, moved with the mechanical precision of a man who had spent forty years setting type, though the motion now cost him a dull, grinding ache that radiated up his forearm. He was fifty-two, and his body was beginning...

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