The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The rain did not fall so much as it descended, a grey curtain that blurred the edges of the world and turned the cobblestones of the old quarter into mirrors of slate and shadow. Eleanor stood beneath the awning of the closed bookshop, her fingers wrapped tightly around a handkerchief that had once been white but was now stained with the rust-colored memory of the conflict. She waited. The air...

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