The Pale Shadows
You are in the house. The house is cold. It has always been cold. You feel the chill in your teeth. You feel it in the marrow. You are the house. You are the stone. You are the draft. It is night. Or it is day. The light does not matter. The light is a lie. You sit at the desk. The wood is smooth under your hands. You know every scratch. You know every stain. You have been here for years. You...
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