The Pale Shadows
I woke with the taste of iron in my mouth and the weight of the barracks pressing down on my chest. The room was dim, lit only by the gray pre-dawn light filtering through the slits in the shuttered window. I sat up, my joints cracking, and looked at the corner of the room where the shadows pooled thickest. There, standing behind my bed, was a figure. It was me, but wrong. Translucent, pale,...
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