The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The sardine boats scraped against the cobblestones of Quimper, their hulls dripping brine onto the wet flagstones while the morning bell of the rival yard rang out, sharp and metallic, cutting through the humid air. Anouk Perrin stood at the edge of the harbor, his hands raw and white-knuckled, watching the tide recede to reveal the black, slick mud of the inlet. He was a stonecutter, a man of...

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