The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

Elias Thorne counted the ledgers. One, two, three, four, five. The leather spines were cracked, the pages yellowed with the damp that always seeped up from the cellar floor of the City Hall. He was forty-two, and his hands were dry, the skin pulling tight over the knuckles. The air in the archive was cold, a specific, stagnant chill that settled in the lungs. He was looking for a smudge. Just a...

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