The Pale Shadows
"You must leave now, Eleanor." The voice was not loud. It did not need to be. In the hush of the industrial dormitory, where the air tasted of coal dust and old sweat, the words hung in the heavy atmosphere like smoke from a extinguished pipe. I looked up from the ledger. The numbers were a blur. They had been a blur for three days. I did not look at the speaker. I knew the silhouette by the...
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