The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

Mara was bleeding from the nose when he kicked the door in. The wood splintered, a violent orange fracture against the grey wall. He stood in the hallway, chest heaving, a handkerchief pressed to his face. The red bloom on the white cloth was bright, almost cheerful in its absurdity. Who are you, Mara? the voice from the end of the hall asked. It was calm. Too calm. I am the one who knows what...

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