The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The rain had been falling for three days, a steady, grey curtain that turned the world outside our window into a watercolor smear of mud and slate. I sat on the edge of the bed, my hands wrapped around a mug of cold tea, listening to the tick of the clock on the mantelpiece. It was a slow, heavy tick, like the heartbeat of a dying man. My father stood in the doorway, his back to me, watching...

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