The Pale Shadows
I dreamt of a coat, or perhaps it was a dress, or perhaps it was simply the air itself woven into a shape that fit my shoulders with a precision that felt less like clothing and more like a second skin, a pale, ghostly thing that did not absorb light but seemed to emit a faint, cold luminescence from within the fabric itself. It was not a new garment, nor did it smell of the lavender sachets...
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