The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

Thorne, you are bleeding on the floorboards. The voice came from the corner of the library, a low, gravelly rasp that sounded like dry leaves scraping across slate, and Elias Thorne did not look up from the blueprints spread across the mahogany table. He was forty years old, a scholar of architectural history at the university, and he had not slept in three days. The blood on his thumb was his...

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