The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The air in the infirmary smelled of antiseptic and old rain, a scent that seemed to seep into the very fibers of the wool blankets stacked on the shelves. I sat on the edge of my cot, my hands resting on my knees, fingers trembling slightly as I watched the dust motes dance in the single beam of afternoon light that pierced the boarded window. It was the third day of the lockdown, and the...

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