The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The rain does not fall; it hammers. It strikes the corrugated tin roof of the bus stop with a rhythmic, metallic violence that vibrates through your bones, a constant, drumming accusation against the stillness of your body. You sit on the wet bench, your boots caked in the red mud of the county roads, your hands resting on your knees, palms up, empty. You are a soldier of the flesh, a warrior...

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