The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The rain fell in sheets. It hammered the roof of the patrol car, a rhythmic, deafening drumming that masked the silence inside. I sat in the driver’s seat, hands at ten and two. My knuckles were white. The wipers slashed back and forth, failing to keep the world from blurring into grey smear. My phone buzzed against my chest. I ignored it. It buzzed again. Louder. Insistent. A vibration that...

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