The Pale Shadows
The ink on the ledger is not merely black, but the deep, settling darkness of a bruise that has forgotten how to hurt, a substance that seeps into the grain of the parchment with a slow, deliberate persistence that mirrors the way your own guilt has saturated the fabric of your days since the last cannonade shook the dust from the rafters of the village hall. You stand in the center of the...
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