The Pale Shadows
The silence in the bunker was not an absence of sound but a physical weight, a thick, gelatinous mass that pressed against my eardrums and settled in the hollows of my chest, a silence that had been waiting for us for forty years, patient as stone, indifferent as the dust that coated the rims of the rifles we had never once fired since the day we buried our careers in the dark, a silence that...
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