The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The silk of your wedding gown feels heavy, like wet wool, as you stand at the edge of the mist that swallows the village of Oakhaven. It is not the morning of the ceremony, nor the night of the reception, but some interstitial moment, a gap in the clockwork where the hours have stopped and the fog has risen to cover the ground in a white shroud. You look down at the fabric, the ivory tulle...

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