The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The frost has not yet melted from the pine needles, and you are walking, you are walking, you are walking, your breath a small white ghost that vanishes before it can take shape, and the silence of the woods is so heavy it presses against your eardrums like deep water, and you do not know why you are here, only that you must be, that the cold is a kind of truth that cuts away the soft, lying...

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