The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a gray, suspended dust that coated the windows of the bus with a fine film of mist. I sat in the back corner, my knees pressed against the cold plastic seat, watching the world blur into a watercolor of slate and mud. Beside me, Thomas held his hands in his lap, fingers interlaced so tightly that the knuckles had turned the color of old...

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