The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The ink did not dry. It bled. A dark pool spread across the ledger page. Elias Thorne stared. The drop fell from his pen. It hung in the air. It fell. The stain grew. It pulsed. Like a heart. Like a bruise. Elias wiped his hand on his trousers. The cloth was dark. Not with ink. With blood. He looked up. The office was empty. Dust motes danced in the gray light. The clock on the wall ticked....

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