The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The ink dried slowly. My finger traced the letter E. It was chipped. A small flake of ivory. Gone. The seal sat on the desk. Black stone. Heavy. I held it. My hand trembled. Outside, the rain hit the glass. Hard. Rhythmical. London was gray. Always gray. I am a scholar. I study history. Dead men. Their words. Their wars. I have no war. Or so I thought. The box was in the drawer. Velvet. Red....

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