The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

Could a name be a wound? I asked myself this while the frost bit through the thin wool of my sleeve. The cold in the backwater village was not the clean chill of home; it was wet, heavy, and it settled in the joints like rust. I held the paper in my left hand. The ink was moving. It had stopped being a stain and become a pulse, tracing the veins of my palm in a script I did not recognize. It...

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