The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The charcoal was hard as a brick of concrete, dense and black, smelling faintly of the kiln where it had been calcified. I stood in the center of my kitchen, the mortar and pestle heavy in my hands, the sound of the grinding a dry, rhythmic rasp that echoed off the bare brick walls. Mara was asleep in the next room, her breathing shallow and wet, a rattle that I had learned to count like a...

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