The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The air in the dormitory smelled of wet wool and old paper, a scent that had seeped into the very planks of the floor over the last three weeks. I lay on my narrow cot, staring at the ceiling where the plaster had bubbled and cracked, forming a map of a country that did not exist. Outside, the rain lashed against the single barred window, a rhythmic, ceaseless drumming that sounded less like...

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