The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The ink is wet. It always is. You press your thumb against the paper. The dark stain spreads under your nail, a soft, cold bloom. It does not dry. It never dries. You are in the room. The room is small. The walls are the color of old bone. There is no door that opens. There is only the desk. And the pen. And the name. Your name is not yours anymore. You sit. You breathe. The air is thick. It...

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