The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The gas had smelled of rotten eggs and old pennies, a thick, cloying fog that coated the back of the throat before the light took it all. Now, the studio was a blackened ribcage, the ceiling collapsed into a heap of soot and shattered silica, the air still tasting of ash and burnt copper. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the ruin, his hands trembling not from the cold, but from the shock of...

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