The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

I sat among the wind-scoured rocks above the Dead River and took the vial from my shirt. It was warm as a living thing, warm as a small animal curled against my heart. The liquid within was the color of milkweed sap, pale as the shadow of a cloud on chalk, and I had carried it three days now, over the salt flats and through the juniper breaks, and I had come to think of it as my daughter's...

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