The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The frost bit deep into the cobblestones of the Old Quarter. It was a cold that lived in the marrow. A cold that did not ask permission. It simply entered. It stayed. I walked fast. My breath came in white plumes. Each one a ghost. Each one fleeing the body. I was running from the memory of the door. The heavy oak. The iron bands. The silence behind it. My name is Elias. I am a man of dirt and...

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