The Pale Shadows
The light in the office was the color of old tea, stagnant and thick, filtering through the single window that looked out onto the brick wall of the neighboring building. I counted the entries in the ledger, my finger tracing the ink as if it were a vein, thirty-four lines of debt, thirty-four promises of ruin that had bled into my life until I could taste the copper on my tongue. My name was...
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