The Pale Shadows
The affidavit lay on the table, its edges soft and curled from the heat of the room, the ink on the signature line a stark, black slash waiting to be filled. Elias Thorne looked at the paper, then at the man standing across from him, Major Vance, who was adjusting his tie with a calmness that felt rehearsed, as if the entire ceremony of Elias’s retirement had been a dress rehearsal for this...
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