The Pale Shadows
Chapter One You are twelve, Yui Yoshida, and the house is breathing. It is a low, wet sound, like the intake of a dying lung, vibrating through the floorboards of the basement. The air smells of damp plaster and old diesel, a thick, physical weight that settles in the throat. You are looking for the deed. It is the only thing that matters. The eviction notice was posted on the door three days...
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