The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

"Thomas." The sound of my own name, pulled from the dark by my father’s voice, felt less like a summons and more like a hook in the throat. I stood in the corridor of the ancestral hall, the stone floor cold enough to seep through the soles of my boots, and waited. The air here always tasted of damp limestone and old dust, a stale, mineral breath that seemed to settle in the lungs long after...

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