The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The dream is always the same. You are standing in the cellar, holding a jar of black honey. The air is thick, tasting of iron and rot. Your brother Thomas is behind you, his face a mask of pale, stretched skin. He asks for the coin. You reach for it, but your fingers turn to ash, crumbling into the dust on the floor. You wake with the taste of copper in your mouth, the dawn light cutting...

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