The Pale Shadows
The first punch landed on Elias’s jaw. It cracked the air in the kitchen, sharp and sudden. He tasted copper. He did not fall. He stood on the tile, swaying slightly, his knuckles white where they gripped the edge of the oak table. The table held. The house held. Only the silence broke. "Get out," said Sarah. Her voice was low, a thread pulled tight. She held a rolling pin in her right hand....
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