The Pale Echo
The fluorescent lights of the forensic analysis center hummed with a frequency that seemed to vibrate directly within the marrow of Clara’s bones, a low, electric thrum that served as the metronome for a life reduced to the dissection of other people’s secrets. She sat before the microscope, her breath shallow and controlled, her eyes locked on the fractured geometry of a diamond ring that lay...
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