The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The air tasted of ozone and wet iron. I adjusted the collar of my tunic. The fabric was synthetic, cold against my neck. Outside the glass, the sky was a bruised purple. It did not move. It never moved here. I held the device in my left hand. It was heavy. A slab of brushed steel. No buttons. Just a single, matte black lens on the front. We called it the Mirror. I called it nothing. I kept my...

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