The Pale Shadows
"You will not cross that ridge before the sun has touched the water," said Elias, his voice a dry rasp against the humid air of the valley. He did not look at me. His eyes were fixed on the treeline, where the shadows of the pines stretched long and thin like the fingers of drowning men, reaching out from the dark earth to grasp at our ankles. I held the edge of my coat tighter against the...
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