The Pale Shadows
Chapter One In the industrial fog of 1912, the air tasted of copper and wet ash, a flavor that stuck to the back of the throat and refused to wash away. Inspector Ama Owusu stood before the open wardrobe, his hands steady as he folded the wool of his uniform into a tight square, a ritual he had performed a hundred times but which felt heavier today, weighted by the silence of the room and the...
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