The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

Act I The shutter banged against the siding of the mission house, a rhythmic, wooden percussion that marked the seconds of a night without rain. Marie-Therese Mire sat at the desk in the observatory’s midnight office, her fingers tracing the brittle spine of a recipe book held in two hands, the pages yellowed with grease and age. She was thirty-four, a constable in Oakhaven, a title that meant...

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