The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The door slammed. It shook the frame. Dust fell. From the rafters. Like snow. Like ash. Miles stood. He held the box. It was heavy. Lead lined. Cold to the touch. He looked at Elise. She was gone. Just gone. The air tasted of iron. And old wood. He did not run. He did not shout. He set the box down. On the floor. Near the stove. The fire was low. It crackled. A dry sound. Like bones. He sat. On...

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