The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The rain had not stopped for three days. It fell on the grey slate roof of the outpost with a relentless, hollow rhythm that seemed to erode the very stones of the walls. I sat in the corner of the command room, the space cold and damp, smelling of wet wool and stale tobacco. Before me lay the object that had defined my last six months. It was a coat. Not just any coat, but a heavy, dark wool...

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