The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The road was wet. It rained in the city. It always did. The rain turned the cobblestones to black mirrors. They reflected the gray sky. They reflected the smoke. They reflected the fear. Tom walked. He walked fast. His boots were heavy. Mud caked the soles. It squelched with every step. He held the bread in his hands. The loaf was warm. It was soft. It smelled of yeast and life. It was white....

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