The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The road to the Abbey was long. It wound through the mist. The mist was thick. It tasted of iron. I walked. My feet bled. I did not feel it. I carried the box. The box was heavy. It held a sparrow. A black sparrow. Its eyes were open. They were white. They were blind. But it lived. I could hear its heart. It beat against my ribs. We climbed the hill. The Abbey stood above. It was made of stone....

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