The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The rain hits the pavement like a drumroll for a funeral no one attended. You are wet. You are tired. You are standing in the doorway of the old library, watching the streetlights flicker in the downpour. The water runs in rivulets down your face. You do not blink. You are not afraid. You are merely waiting. The town is quiet. Too quiet. The kind of quiet that holds its breath. You have been...

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