The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The glass is cold. You know the feel of it. It bites the skin. It is the only truth left. You sit in the chair. The wood is old. It creaks. You do not move. The room is small. The walls are stone. The stone is damp. The air smells of moss and iron. A shadow falls on the floor. It is long. It is thin. It reaches for your hand. "Master," the shadow says. The voice is soft. It is like dry leaves....

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