The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The house was dying. It breathed with a slow, rattling exhalation. I watched the dust motes dance. They moved in slow circles. They were suspended in the air. They did not fall. I sat in the chair. My legs were stiff. I had not moved in hours. The light was pale. It came through the glass. It hit the floorboards. The floorboards were cold. I pulled my coat tighter. The wool scratched my neck....

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