The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The list was pinned to the workshop wall with a rusted nail, the paper yellowed and brittle as dead bark. You traced the entries with a finger stained black by grease, reading the names of the missing gears. The Winter Solstice was three days away. Mara was asleep in the next room, her breathing shallow and wet, a rattle in her chest that sounded like sand in a dry bottle. She believed the...

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