The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The deed lay on the mahogany table, its edges worn soft by years of handling, the ink faded to a ghostly brown. I pushed it across the grain toward Clara, the movement deliberate, heavy. "Sign here," I said, my voice rasping in the dry air of the parlor. "And here. It’s for the best, Clara. The vineyard needs capital, and this house is just stone and dust now." She did not touch it. Her hands...

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