The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The coat was not merely wool; it was a memory of weight, a heavy, rustling presence that had followed me from the grey, rain-slicked streets of London to the silent, impossible hush of this place where the air tasted of ozone and old paper, a place that existed in the fold between one breath and the next, a pocket dimension of suspended time where the shadows did not fall from objects but rose...

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