The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

I woke with the taste of copper in my mouth and the cold weight of his absence pressing against my ribs, a phantom pressure that felt all too much like a bruise. It was the same dream, the one that had been haunting me for three weeks, where Mark’s hands were not flesh but pale, translucent shadows that drifted through the air like smoke, reaching for me but never quite touching, a supernatural...

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