The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The rain in Seattle did not wash things clean; it merely made the grime slicker, turning the city into a mirror of wet asphalt and gray light. Elias sat in the back row of the community center’s basement, a space that smelled of damp wool and old carpet, his fingers laced tightly over his knees. He was twelve, a age where the body feels too large for its skin, and his hands, usually so deft...

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