The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The wall fell. Not with a crash, but with a sigh. A long, dusty exhalation that settled into the lungs of the room. Eleanor watched the plaster crumble. It was grey. It was cold. It was her father’s face, cracked down the middle. She stood in the center of the corridor. The air tasted of chalk and old blood. Around her, the institution breathed. The fluorescent lights buzzed. A low, electric...

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