The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The rain fell in sheets. It hammered the glass. I held the fern. Its leaves were pale. Almost white. It was a ghost. It was alive. I kept it dry. I kept it warm. My name is Arthur. I am a clerk. I work in the grey stone tower. The city is cold. The city is loud. People rush by. They look at their feet. They do not see me. They do not see the fern. I am small. I am quiet. My hands are steady. My...

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