The Pale Shadows
The Pale Shadows In the beginning there were only shadows, and the shadows were pale as milk, pale as the inside of a shell. They moved across the floor of the empty house like something alive, and Beatrice Whitcombe understood, in the way one understands things that cannot be said aloud, that these shadows were not cast by anything in the room at all. They belonged to other rooms in other...
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