The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The first thing you hear is the tick of the stove, a dry, wooden rhythm that fills the silence of the outpost, followed by the heavy, wet slap of snow against the window frame. In your hands, the shards of the porcelain compass are cold, jagged edges that cut into the meat of your palms, a small, sharp pain that grounds you as you pack them into the lining of your duffel bag. You are Elias...

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