The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The rain had stopped, but the square of Oakhaven still wept, the cobblestones slick and black with the runoff of the night. Elias Thorne stood near the base of the magistrate’s balcony, his fingers white-knuckled around a piece of parchment that had cost him his soul. He was forty-two, though the last three years had aged him into something brittle and dry, like the old oak trees that lined the...

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