The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The jar sat on the mantel. It was heavy. I held it. My hands shook. Not from cold. The stone was warm. It had been warm for three days. Three days since I buried the last of the garden. Three days since the silence took the house. I am a sinner. I know this. The village knows it. They do not speak of it. They look at the door when I pass. They look at the mud on my boots. They do not look at...

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