The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The mortar in your fingers is cold, a dense and gritty paste that smells of crushed chalk and the damp, rotting earth beneath the abbey floor, and as you press it into the crevices of the stone arch, you feel the familiar, dull ache of the joints that have served you for forty years, a pain that is not a warning but a companion, a silent witness to the slow, inevitable erosion of the flesh that...

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