The Pale Shadows
Chapter One The noise in the walls had stopped, which was worse than the noise. For years, the tide had hummed through the plaster of the Barone house, a low, rhythmic thrum that told us the water level and the time of day without looking at a clock. Now, with the deed frozen in the municipal archive and the air filtration system running on emergency backup, the silence was heavy enough to...
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