The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The air in the kitchen tasted of copper and damp wool. Mabel stood by the stove. The kettle screamed. It was a high, thin sound. It cut through the silence of the house. She held the wooden spoon in her hand. Her knuckles were white. The soup in the pot bubbled. It was thick. It was grey. It smelled of boiled root vegetables and old bones. She looked at the clock on the wall. The second hand...

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