The Pale Shadows
The rain hammered against the single pane of glass in Clara’s apartment, a relentless, rhythmic drumming that seemed to vibrate through the floorboards and into her bones. She sat hunched over her laptop, the blue light of the screen casting long, hollow shadows across her face, her eyes burning from the strain of staring at the same digital file for the third time. The cursor blinked, a...
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