The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The glass was cold. Clara pressed her palm against it. The fog outside swirled, thick and white, erasing the street below. It was a solid wall of nothing. She looked at her reflection. It was a stranger. Pale. Thin. The eyes were hollow pits of ash. "It is you," the voice said. It came from the room. Not the air. The room itself. Clara turned. She was in the Conservatory. The iron frame was...

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