The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The ice on the quarry lake does not break. It holds. It is a sheet of white glass, unbroken and cruel in the morning light. You stand at the edge. The wind cuts through your coat, a thin, sharp thing that finds the gaps in the wool. You are a constable. You are the law. You are cold. Eleanor is waiting for you. She stands near the old dock, her breath rising in small, white plumes. She is not...

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