The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The flag rope against the pole scraped a dry, rhythmic hiss that cut through the wet snow, a sound like a knife being drawn slowly across a whetstone. I stood in the reclamation yard, my hands buried deep in the pockets of my coat, watching the pale, shifting shadows that seemed to peel themselves off the rusted iron of the dead machines, a phenomenon I had initially dismissed as a neurological...

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