The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The knife slipped through the dough with a sound like a wet cough. Elias wiped his hands on his apron, the flour dusting his knuckles in a layer of white ash. He was thirty years old, and his back ached with the specific, grinding pain of a man who has spent a decade kneading the same heavy, resistant earth. In the village of Oakhaven, the light did not so much enter the bakery as it seeped, a...

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