The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The rain hit the glass. It sounded like static. Marcus sat in the booth. His back was against the wall. He checked his watch. 4:12 AM. The diner was empty. The lights hummed. He rubbed his left hand. It was stiff. The skin felt tight. Like leather. He pulled off his glove. The hand was wrong. It was not his hand. It was pale. The veins were dark. The fingers were too long. They curled inward....

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