The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

Thorne, you’re late again. The voice came from the doorway, dry and brittle as dried sage, and Elias Thorne did not turn around, his hands moving with a frantic, mechanical precision to chop the stems into the copper pot, the blade hitting the wood block with a rhythm that was less a heartbeat and more the ticking of a clock counting down to a debt he could not pay. The air in the kitchen was...

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