The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The taste of copper was not on my tongue but in the marrow of my wrists, a metallic tang that had settled into the skin overnight like a slow-acting poison. I sat on the edge of the bed in the cramped quarters provided by the Blackwood Refinery, the morning light filtering through the soot-streaked glass in pale, indifferent shafts, and I looked at my hands. They were covered in a viscous,...

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