The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The iron kettle sang a low, dying note. It hung from the hook by the stove, its surface etched with the dark stains of decades. Elias sat at the table, his hands resting on the cold wood. He was a large man, built like the ships he had once served on, but his shoulders were curved now, weighed down by a fatigue that sleep could not lift. The room was small. It smelled of coal dust and wet wool....

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