The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The rain did not fall. It was pressed against the glass of the observation cell, a thousand pale fingers scratching at the surface, demanding entry. Inside, the air was still and cold, tasting of rust and old sweat. Elias sat on the metal cot, his legs crossed, his hands folded in his lap. He was waiting for the door to open. He had been waiting for six hours. The clock on the wall had no...

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