The Pale Shadows

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2026-08-19 08:12:29 -

The Pale Shadows

The rain against the windowpane was a low, continuous hiss, like a secret being kept just out of reach, and I sat in the corner of the cellar, my knees drawn up to my chest, watching the bread rise in the stone bowl before me. My mother, Elara, stood by the hearth, her back to me, her hands deep in the flour that dusted her apron in a fine, white snow. We had been here for three days, in the...

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