The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The air in the square smelled of damp stone and stale bread. It hung heavy, a physical weight that pressed against the skin. Silas stood by the fountain. The water was brown. It smelled of iron. He held a loaf in his hands. It was not fresh. The crust was hard as bone. The crumb was dry dust. He did not smell it. He could not. His nose had closed years ago, sealed by the silence that lived in...

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