The Pale Shadows
Chapter One Could a man break a bone without hearing the snap? Chinda Kittikorn sat in the dim light of his study, the clock on the mantle ticking a steady, indifferent rhythm that marked the seconds slipping away from his life. He was forty-five years old, and the doctors had given him a name for the tremor that now seized his right hand: the gray rot, a degenerative nerve disease that would...
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