The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

You are sitting in the cold stone room. The air is thin. It smells of damp earth and old iron. You count the cracks in the ceiling. One. Two. Three. A spider weaves a web in the corner. You watch it. It works silently. It does not ask for praise. It does not explain itself. It just builds. They called you a monster here. The word hung in the air of the town square for years. It stuck to your...

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