The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

Act I I was counting the bolts of grey wool when the light failed, my fingers numb against the cold cotton, the locket at my throat ticking like a dying watch. The hum of the refrigerator in the empty shop next door vibrated through the floorboards, a low, constant drone that matched the ache in my temples. I am Gro Lund, thirty-two, and I have been an inspector for this logging camp for five...

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