The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The jars sat on the shelf, dusted and dim. They were the only things in the house that did not decay. Margaret watched them from her chair by the window. The glass was thick, greenish, heavy. Inside, the roots coiled like sleeping serpents. Pale. Still. She touched the cold surface. It held the shape of her hand. Then it vanished. The town of Oakhaven had a smell. It was the smell of wet stone...

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