The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The air in the cellar tasted of wet copper and old paper, a heavy, suffocating blanket that pressed against my lungs with the weight of a decade of silence. I sat in the corner, my hands wrapped around the cold iron rim of the antique urn, the metal biting into my skin, grounding me in the physical reality of the room even as the shadows in the corners began to lengthen and stretch, detaching...

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