The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The wine is red as a wound that refuses to close, pooling in the hollow of your palm as you lift the cup, the glass sweating cold condensation that runs down the stem and drips onto the white linen tablecloth, staining it with a ghostly map of your trembling fingers. You are sitting at the long oak table in the hall of the manor, surrounded by the soft, rustling noise of silk and wool, the...

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