The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

You wake with blood on your hands. The taste is iron. Copper. Old pennies. You lick your lips. The flavor lingers. Thick. Heavy. You are in the woods. The trees are black. The sky is a bruise. Purple. Swollen. You do not know how you got here. You do not know who you are. You wear a dress of rough linen. Gray. Mud-caked. Your feet are bare. The ground is cold. Wet. It seeps into your bones. Who...

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