The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The house breathed. It expanded in the heat, the wood sighing against the nails. Elias stood by the window. He watched the rain. It fell in sheets. Grey. Cold. Indifferent. He held the ledger. The pages were stiff. The ink was dry. It had been dry for forty years. His fingers were thin. Like twigs. Like bones. He did not open it. He did not need to. He knew the numbers. He knew the lies. The...

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