The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

Maren woke with the taste of ash in her mouth. It was a dry, chalky sensation, like the dust of old bones. She lay still. The bed was a frame of rough oak. The mattress was straw. Outside, the wind howled against the shutters. It was a sound that had no end. She sat up. Her hands were trembling. She looked at them. They were thin. The skin was pulled tight over the knuckles. They were the hands...

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