The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

You hold the book. It is small. Leathery. Cold. The road stretches before you. It is not a road. It is a memory of a road. The air tastes of ozone and old blood. You are walking. Your boots are heavy. They are not your boots. They are the boots of the man who died in the trench. You know this because the mud is still in the treads. It is black. It is wet. It smells of iron. You do not look...

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