The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The rain hits the asphalt like static. It is a cold, gray thing. You feel it on your skin. You are walking. Your legs are lead. Your uniform is soaked. The fabric clings to your ribs, heavy and cold. You are a man made of water and duty. You are a shadow that has lost its light. You remember the phone call. It came at three in the morning. The sound was a scream. Not yours. It was the...

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