The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

Elias. The name hung in the air, thin and sharp, like a wire stretched too tight. He blinked, the image of the moth dissolving into the gray light of the bedroom. It was six in the morning. The house was silent, save for the tick of the hallway clock and the distant hum of the traffic on the highway. He sat up, his sheets cold and damp against his legs. In the mirror above the dresser, his face...

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