The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The mist does not rise from the valley so much as it exhales, a long, shuddering breath that lingers in the throat of the ancient oak where you have slept. You wake not with a start, but with a slow, viscous unfolding, as if your limbs have been submerged in cold water for a century and are only now remembering how to move. The air tastes of iron and wet moss, a flavor that coats the tongue and...

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