The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The champagne in your glass is flat, tasting faintly of the copper pipes in the building’s old infrastructure, and you are watching the Director, Mr. Ashworth, circle the staff room like a hawk that has spotted a field mouse but is too polite to strike. It is the annual banquet, a ritual of stiff neckties and forced laughter that you have endured for twenty years, yet this year the air feels...

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