The Pale Shadows
Elara. The name was not spoken so much as it was exhaled by the night air, a dry rattle that seemed to come from the baseboards themselves. Elara Vane stood in the central lobby of St. Jude’s, the fluorescent tube above her humming a low, sick note that vibrated in her teeth. It was her final shift. The demolition crew arrived at dawn, and by then the building would be a pile of rebar and wet...
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