The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The frost bit the roots. Elias knelt in the dirt. His knees ached. The soil was cold. He dug for potatoes. He was the town guard. Not a soldier. A guard. He wore a tunic of gray wool. It smelled of damp wood. He wore it because it was warm. He had no other coat. His wife, Martha, stood by the door. She watched him. Her hands were red. Her face was pale. She did not speak. She did not need to....

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