The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The wool coat did not come off easily, not at first, and certainly not when the wind off the river began to howl with a voice that sounded too much like the creaking of old hinges on a door that had never been meant to open again. Thomas Bradshaw stood on the porch of the house at the end of Sallow Creek Road, holding the lapels of his greatcoat, the one his father had left him, the one that...

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