The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The glass shattered. It was not a loud sound. It was a sharp, clean tear, like a bone snapping in the dark. Margaret stood still. The shards lay on the polished floor. They reflected the gaslight. They reflected her face. Her face was broken into a hundred pieces. She picked up one shard. It cut her thumb. The blood was bright red. It was warm. It felt alive. The room was cold. The house was...

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