The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The house on Elm Street did not merely stand; it hovered, a pale and skeletal thing against the bruised purple of the twilight sky, its eaves dripping with a moisture that smelled of iron and old rain. Margaret Holloway stood before the window in the upstairs bedroom, her hands pressed flat against the glass, feeling the cold bite into her skin, a sensation that was both sharp and strangely...

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