The Pale Shadows
The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, gray weeping that turned the gravel drive into a slurry of mud and broken stones, a substance that clung to the tires of the old sedan as it groaned up the slope toward the house, a vehicle that seemed to carry the weight of the entire county in its rusted chassis, the mud splattering against the undercarriage with a rhythmic, sickening...
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