The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

You stand in the hall. The air is thick. It smells of damp wool and old dust. The floorboards creak beneath your boots. You are still. You are waiting. The light from the high window is pale. It cuts across the room. It makes the shadows long. They stretch like fingers. They reach for you. You do not flinch. You have forgotten how to flinch. The house is empty. The furniture is bare. The walls...

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