The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The mud is cold against your shins. You are running. The forest behind you is not dark, but it is heavy, a wall of shadow that presses in on the light. You do not look back. You know what is there. You know because you felt it before you saw it, a wrongness in the air, a static charge that made the hair on your arms stand up. It is the silence that hurts most. The birds have stopped singing....

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