The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

"The porridge is cold," Thomas said. He did not look up. His eyes were fixed on the wooden bowl in his hands, watching the steam that had long since vanished, now only a memory of heat. Eleanor stood in the doorway. She was old, her back curved like a bowstring pulled too tight for years. Her hands, gnarled and spotted with age, rested on the doorframe. She said nothing. She never did. She...

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