The Pale Shadows
The rain had been falling on the coast of Massachusetts for three days, a relentless, gray sheet that blurred the line between the sky and the churning Atlantic, and in the salt-stiffened air of the rented cottage, Eleanor sat with her back against the cold stone wall, her fingers laced tightly around the heavy, iron-bound journal that belonged to her husband, Thomas. It was a book of...
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