The Pale Shadows
The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, gray weeping that turned the windows of the St. Jude’s Research Institute into blurred mirrors of the world outside, a world that seemed to be slowly dissolving into the fog. Inside, the air was sterile, smelling faintly of antiseptic and the metallic tang of old fear, a scent that had settled into the fibers of the carpet and the pores of...
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