The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The mist lay thick on the moor. It smelled of rot and wet wool. Elara sat in the hollow. Her back was against the cold stone. She was alone. The dark pressed in. It had no shape. It was only a weight. She watched the grass. It moved without wind. A single leaf drifted down. It landed on her knee. Green. Bright. Alive. She did not brush it away. She let it stay. The village was far away. The...

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