The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

You wake before the sun has fully committed to the horizon, the sky over the industrial district of Ashworth a bruised purple that smells of damp slate and impending rain, your hands still stiff with the phantom weight of the loom you have not touched since the night your father’s breath ceased to move the air in his lungs, the silence of the mill now a physical thing, a heavy wool blanket...

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