The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The ledger was cold, its leather spine cracked and soft as dried skin, resting in Elias Thorne’s hands with a weight that had nothing to do with the paper within. He held it at the center of the vault, where the air smelled of damp limestone and the metallic tang of old iron, the smell of the Ministry’s deepest secrets. For twenty years, Elias had cataloged the dead, but today he was hunting a...

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