The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The mill was not a building. It was a lung. It breathed. That was the first thing Elias noticed when he pushed open the heavy oak doors. The air inside was thick, wet, and tasted of iron and old rain. The dust motes did not dance. They hung suspended in the grey light, frozen in time. Elias wiped his hands on his apron. They were red to the wrist. He had been scrubbing the stone floors of the...

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