The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The dream began not with a sound but with a scent, the sharp, metallic tang of ozone and wet stone that clung to the back of my throat like a swallowed coin, and in that suspended twilight I found myself standing in the nave of a cathedral that had no name, a place where the arches rose so high they vanished into a perpetual, bruised violet dusk that seemed to press down upon the world with the...

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