The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The hospital smelled of boiled linen and rust. I was twelve. I remember the year because of the new wing. It opened in the spring. The air in the corridors felt different there. Colder. Cleaner. It had a taste like old pennies. My father worked the night shift. He wore a white coat that hung too loose on his thin frame. He did not sleep. He walked the halls. He checked the machines. He listened...

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