The Pale Shadows
The bill for the mortician’s services lay on the kitchen table, the ink still wet against the grain of the wood. It totaled four hundred pounds, a sum that exceeded the value of the house, the land, and the man who had died three hours prior. Elias signed the document with a hand that trembled not from grief, but from the cold. The draft coming through the window frames was not merely weather;...
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