The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

I woke with the taste of iron in my mouth. The dream was the same as always. Julian stood in the doorway of the workshop, his face a blur of grey and white, his hands raised but empty. He did not speak. He never spoke. I pushed the wool blanket aside and the cold air of the Alpine night hit my skin like a slap. I was forty-two years old. I had been a master clockmaker for twenty years. And I...

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