The Pale Shadows
The window shatters. You are there. Glass rains. Cold cuts. Your knee hits the floor. Pain. Sharp. White. The room is dark. Only the moon. Pale. High. You look up. The frame is gone. Just a hole. Wind. It whistles. A thin, high note. Like a warning. Or a ghost. You breathe. In. Out. Your hands shake. Look at them. Red. Not much. Just the cut. Deep. Under the skin. The vein. It pulses. Thump....
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