The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The ice bit into the leather of my boots, a sharp, constant pressure that I had long since stopped feeling, until now. I was walking. My hands, wrapped in gloves that had seen better winters, tightened around the canteen strap as I moved through the whiteout. The wind here in the northern pass did not blow; it scoured. It stripped the heat from the air and the color from the world, leaving only...

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