The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The letter lay on the desk, its edges curled slightly in the damp air, the ink of the municipal seal already fading into a ghostly grey. Elias Thorne stared at the document, his fingers resting on the cold brass of his compass, feeling the weight of thirty years of service pressing against the inside of his wrists. The paper smelled of wet chalk and old paper, a scent that had permeated his...

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