The Pale Shadows
The ink bled into the parchment, a dark stain spreading like a bruise under Elias Thorne’s thumb. He pressed harder, trying to scrape the error away, but the paper tore, a jagged white line cutting through the silence of the archive. The door behind him was locked. He had locked it himself, three hours ago, before the fog rolled in thick enough to swallow the harbor lights. "Where is it?" he...
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