The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The glass was already broken. It lay in the mud of the path. Shards caught the gray light. Thin. Sharp. A mirror for nothing. Elias knelt. He did not touch it. His hands trembled. He was a scholar of things that did not exist. He wrote about ghosts. He wrote about echoes. He believed in the weight of the unseen. But this was real. This was glass. "Pick it up," a voice said. It was Marcus. His...

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