The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

You dream of the glass. It is a vast pane. It is clean. You hold a squeegee in your hand. The rubber is worn. It smells of ammonia and dust. You pull it across the surface. A white line remains. You pull again. The line fades. The glass is infinite. It has no edges. You are inside the glass. Or you are outside it. It does not matter. You wake. The alarm is a sharp digital tone. 06:00. The room...

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