The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The mud sucked at Elias’s boots with a wet, tearing sound, a noise that seemed too loud for the stillness of the valley. He stood before the mill, his rifle raised, the wood of the stock slick with sweat and rain. The building was not still. The timbers groaned, shifting inward, the walls breathing with a slow, rhythmic heave that defied the physics of stone and timber. Elias kicked the door....

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