The Pale Shadows
The pill is white. It is round. It is small enough to fit under your tongue, but you do not let it. You hold it between your thumb and forefinger. It is cold. It is hard. It is the only thing in the world that has not changed. The city screams outside the window. The rain hits the glass. The traffic lights blink. Red. Green. Red. Green. You are here. You are free. Or so they say. You look at...
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