The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The rain tapped against the glass. It was a rhythmic, persistent sound. Like a clock. Or a heartbeat. "Look at the walls, Elias." The voice was low. Rough. It belonged to a man who had forgotten how to whisper. He stood by the window. His back was to us. The uniform fit him poorly. It hung loose, as if the body inside had shrunk away from the fabric. "I see them," Elias said. His name was Elias...

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