The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The taste of copper and old stone filled the air before I even opened my eyes, a phantom flavor that persisted long after I had surfaced from the dream’s grey depths. I was standing in the archive, or rather, I was the archive, my ribs the shelving units, my breath the climate control, preserving the dry, brittle paper of a truth that no one wanted to touch. The fluorescent lights hummed a low,...

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