The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The pen slipped from my fingers and hit the mahogany desk with a dull, wet thud. I stared at the blot of ink spreading across the ledger, a dark stain against the cream-colored paper, and my heart stuttered, a heavy, jagged tear in the rhythm of my chest. I was fifty-four years old, a senior clerk at the Halloway Textile Mill, and I had twenty years of service to show for it, twenty years of...

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