The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The mud is cold. It presses against your shins like a heavy, wet blanket. You are kneeling in the middle of the field. The sky above is not blue. It is a bruised, swollen purple, pulsing with a rhythm that feels like a heartbeat. You are a soldier. You have always been a soldier. But this field is not a battlefield. It is a garden of gray stalks that sway without wind. They look like dried...

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