The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The rain did not fall so much as it existed. It was a constant, wet fact, a gray curtain that hung over the town of Ashwood, blurring the edges of the world into a soft, indistinct smear. Leo lived in the lower floor of the house, where the damp seeped through the plaster and smelled of old pennies and rot. He was twelve, small for his age, with hands that shook when he held a pencil. He did...

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