The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The kettle had been boiling for ten minutes, a high, thin whistle that cut through the heavy, damp silence of the infirmary, but Margaret did not move to pour the tea. She stood by the window, her hands clasped tightly behind her back, watching the rain streak the glass in erratic, vertical lines that blurred the view of the factory floor below. The steam from the pot curled up in a pale,...

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