The Pale Shadows
The fog was thick enough to chew on, a grey slurry that swallowed the ridge line whole, and when I turned, the shadow on the rock did not. It stayed fixed for three seconds, a dark smudge of ink on the pale stone, before it jerked to follow my movement, lagging behind like a dog on a broken leash. I stopped, holding my breath until my lungs burned, and watched it settle into the shape of a man...
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