The Pale Shadows
The will had been weighed in the scales of the law for forty minutes. Elias counted the seconds in the click of the crystal chandelier, a metronome for his dwindling leverage. He stood at the head of the long mahogany table, the document spread before him like a map of a country he was about to lose. The room was stifling, the air thick with the scent of roasted pheasant and expensive perfume,...
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