The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The grey wool of my uniform felt heavy, a shroud that clung to the damp air of the precinct, smelling faintly of stale tobacco and the metallic tang of fear. I stood in the corridor, watching the steam rise from the radiator, a thin, ghostly veil that obscured the faces of the men and women moving in their frantic, purposeful dance. It was a morning like any other, or so I had believed, until...

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