The Pale Shadows
Chapter One Do you remember the weight of the chalk? It was heavy, colder than the stone floor of the chapel where I stood alone, my hands trembling not from cold but from the first tremors of the wasting sickness that takes all who dwell here too long. I am Antonio Nogueira, forty-two, and I am the only one who remembers my sister, Inês, clearly enough to be a meal for this house. The walls of...
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