The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The alarm sounded at 0400. It was a sharp, digital shriek that cut through the thin air of the barracks. I sat up. My knees cracked. A sound like dry twigs breaking. I had served for thirty years. My body was a map of those breaks. Every joint a hinge worn smooth. The mirror showed a face that belonged to someone else. Or perhaps to no one. Just a mask of bone and skin stretched over time. The...

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