The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

You are standing in the middle of a banquet. The table is long. It stretches into the dark. The candles are fat. They drip wax onto your white shirt. You do not care. You are hungry. You are always hungry. Pick up the fork. The metal is cold. It bites your palm. You stab a piece of roast duck. The meat is pink. It is raw. You chew. You swallow. It tastes like ash. It tastes like iron. Who are...

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