The Pale Shadows
You walk into the city. The air is thick. It smells of coal smoke and wet wool. You are cold. Your hands are raw. They are red. They are cracked. You do not feel the pain. You only feel the hunger. It is a hollow thing. It lives in your gut. It pushes you forward. You work for Mr. Sterling. He is a man of cloth. He sells silks. He sells velvets. He sells things that cost more than your life....
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