The Pale Shadows
Did you hear the crack? Lan Wang stood in the reclamation yard, the drizzle soaking through his coat, watching the pale shadows of three dead men mimic the swing of a pickaxe against the dead machines. They were not ghosts, but echoes of his own suppressed guilt, lingering in the Copper Age twilight. He had wanted the promotion to Senior Warden, a title that would mean enough copper to pay the...
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