The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The brass valve wheel was cold, but my hands were not. I held it until the metal bit into the flesh of my palms, seeking a pain that would ground me in the present, in the soot and the steam and the relentless, grinding rhythm of the night shift. The light in the boiler room was a sickly, jaundiced yellow, casting long, distorted shapes against the riveted walls. It was 3:14 in the morning. I...

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