The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The bread was stale. It sat on the counter, a block of dry, pale sorrow, waiting to be broken. Miles stood before it. His hands trembled. He was a small man, thin as a reed, with eyes that had seen too much and remembered too little. The room was cold. The walls were white. The air was still. He had come here to find his sister. He had come here to bring her food. He had come here because the...

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