The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

I dreamed first of the ivy, how it climbed the brickwork of the old mill in a slow, green tide, swallowing the windows one by one until there was nothing left but the texture of the leaves and the faint, sweet rot of the wood beneath, and when I woke in the narrow bed in my father’s study, the air smelled of pipe tobacco and damp wool, and I knew with a cold certainty in my stomach that the...

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