The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The oak table groaned under the weight of the silver, a deep, tectonic shudder that seemed to vibrate through the soles of my boots as I stood in the corner of the dining room, watching the light die. It was the autumn of 1914, the year the world cracked open and let the noise in, and in the house of my father, the noise was not a sound but a presence, a thick, humid fog that settled in the...

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