The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

Ray Blount wiped the grime from his palms on his trousers, the fabric already stiff with salt and sweat. He stood in the center of the great hall, the air heavy with burning timber and old paper. The storm outside had taken the power hours ago, leaving the house in a darkness so complete it felt like a physical weight pressing against his ribs. He held the iron bar in one hand, the metal cold...

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