The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The water came in fast. Not a trickle, not a seep, but a howl. It tore through the cellar floor like a wet rag, soaking the floorboards until they buckled and groaned. You stood there. You held the bucket. Your hands shook. The cold bit through your wool socks, through the soles of your boots, into the bone. It was a cold that had teeth. It chewed. You looked at the door. The heavy oak door of...

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