The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The pills sat in the palm of Margaret’s hand, small and white and perfect, a row of tiny bones waiting to be swallowed. They were not just medication; they were the architecture of her sanity, the mortar holding together the crumbling bricks of a life that had never quite fit the blueprint. She had taken them for twenty years, since the day her husband had looked at her with those cold,...

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