The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, gray sheet that turned the cobblestones of Oakhaven into slick, dark mirrors. I stood on the gallery of my father’s old bookshop, watching the water drip from the eaves, counting the seconds in my head to keep from counting the years. The air smelled of wet wool and old paper, a scent that had soaked into my bones since I was a boy. Down in...

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