The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The nightmare is always the same: the ceiling of the parlor peels away like wet plaster, revealing not the roof but a void of black ink, and you are twelve, standing in the dust, watching the beams snap one by one until the room folds in on itself and buries you under the weight of your own memory. You wake with your sheets tangled around your legs, the air in the bedroom thick with the smell...

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