The Pale Shadows
You are bleeding. It is a thin, red line. It runs from your elbow to your cuff. You do not feel the pain. You only feel the cold. You are in the back of the car. The driver is silent. His knuckles are white on the wheel. "Keep your head down," he says. His voice is low. It is rough. Like gravel under a boot. You look at your hands. They are shaking. You pull your sleeve down. The fabric is...
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