The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The wool coat hung on the hook by the door. It was gray. The gray was deep, like the water in a quarry. Silas watched it. He did not touch it. He stood in the hallway of the textile mill, the air thick with the dust of cotton and the smell of machine oil. The coat belonged to him. Or rather, it had belonged to him. Now it was a thing of the past, suspended in the air, waiting for a decision he...

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