The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The cellar smelled of damp earth and rotting apples, a scent that had long since seeped into the fibers of my wool coat. I stood before the stone wall, my hands trembling not from the cold, but from the vibration of the air itself. The party upstairs was in full swing. I could hear the clatter of silverware, the sharp bursts of laughter from Eleanor Fairchild’s circle of donors, and the muffled...

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