The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

Hollis. That was the first word spoken, not by me, but by the patient in Bed Four, a man whose throat was swollen shut with the taste of iron and coal dust. I stood in the doorway of the St. Jude’s Infirmary ward, my uniform buttoned to the throat despite the stifling heat of the boiler room leaking through the vents, and I watched the man’s lips move without sound. Then, with a wet, tearing...

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