The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The coat hangs on the hook by the door. It is blue. Not navy. Not sky. A deep, bruised blue that seems to hold the weight of the last winter. You see it first thing every morning. You see it last thing every night. It does not move. It does not change. It is there. The room is cold. The windows are fogged with breath that is not yours. The air tastes of metal and old dust. You are here. You...

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