The Pale Shadows
I woke with the taste of copper in my mouth, the afterimage of a forest burning in the back of my eyelids, the smoke so thick it had become a solid thing, a wall against which I pressed my face and found no way through. The dream was always the same, a loop of embers and screaming, a testament to the violence I had carried for so long that it had calcified into my bones. I sat up in the narrow...
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