The Pale Shadows
The concrete hammer hung heavy in Elias Thorne’s hand, the vibration still humming in his wrists as he stood in the center of the condemned St. Jude’s Orphanage. He was forty-two, a structural engineer with a pension that depended on finishing this demolition by Friday, but the building’s shadow had detached from the north wall and was now standing between him and the load-bearing column. It...
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