The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

We woke, as we always did in the deep of the winter solstice, in a house that breathed with the slow, rhythmic exhalations of ancient stone and the heavy, cloying scent of dried lavender and rotting wood, where the light did not come from windows but seeped from the very marrow of the walls like a pale, sickly milk that illuminated the dust motes dancing in the stagnant air with a terrible,...

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