The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The count was simple: three weeks since the mill closed, and eleven days since the last of the coal ran out, leaving the kitchen cold enough to bite the skin off your knuckles. You held your father’s silver cufflinks in your palm, the metal biting into your flesh, counting the scratches on the surface like the lines on a palm reader’s chart. There were four deep gouges from the time he dropped...

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