The Pale Shadows
"Put the phone down, Eoin. Put it down now." The voice was Mara’s, but it came from a distance, filtered through the ringing in his ears. Eoin Brennan, fifty-four years old and senior security chief for the ministry, stood in the corridor of the Burren office block, the wind tearing at the shallow roof of the building with a sound like tearing canvas. He had woken to the shattering of glass,...
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