The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The dream was always the same. My brother’s face, pale and stretched thin like dough, hovering in the dark. I woke with the taste of iron in my mouth and the clock on the nightstand reading four o’clock. I was forty-five years old, a retired soldier who now spent his nights walking the cobbled streets of Oakhaven, a town that smelled of damp wool and old secrets. I had one goal before the...

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