The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The wind howled through the shattered window of the lighthouse, a sound not of air but of bone, a grinding, tectonic shriek that seemed to strip the flesh from the walls and lay the naked stone of the island bare beneath the relentless, gray eye of the storm. I stood at the center of the room, my boots soaked through, the saltwater seeping into the soles of my feet with a cold so profound it...

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