The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, weeping gray curtain that turned the cobblestones of the old town into a slick, black mirror reflecting the gaslight and the sorrow of the sky above, and I walked with the weight of my purpose pressing down on my shoulders like a physical thing, a leaden cloak I had chosen to wear long before the journey began, carrying within my coat,...

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