The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The dream was a field of white ash. It stretched to the horizon, cold and silent. A man stood in the center. He wore a coat of grey wool. It was heavy. His name was Thomas. He did not move. The wind picked up. It hissed through the ash. It sounded like a whistle. It sounded like a scream. Thomas opened his eyes. He was in the carriage. The wheels rattled. The sound was sharp. It bit into his...

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