The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The rain had been falling for three days, a steady, gray curtain that turned the city into a watercolor painting left out in the damp. We were gathered in the back room of O’Malley’s, a space that smelled of stale beer and damp wool, where the air hung heavy with the unspoken tensions of our small, fractured circle. I sat in the corner, my hands wrapped around a mug of tea that had gone cold an...

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