The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

I sit in the dark. The candle has guttered low. The wax pools, a white lake of frozen light. I am the Keeper. I am the Seal. My hand rests on the cold stone. The stone is warm now. It burns. I do not pull away. I never pull away. The script is before me. It is old. The ink is black as dried blood. The letters are sharp. They cut the eye. I read them again. I must read them again. The words are...

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