The Pale Shadows
The frost had not yet taken full possession of the valley, but it crept across the cobblestones of the village square with the slow, deliberate patience of a ledger being balanced, and I stood there with my hands buried deep in the pockets of my wool coat, feeling the cold seep through the fabric into the very marrow of my bones, a cold that was not merely atmospheric but metaphysical, a chill...
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