The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The dream was a room with no doors, only windows that looked out onto a fog so thick it seemed to press against the glass like wet wool. In the center of the floor lay a single, large boot. It was brown leather, scuffed at the toe, with a brass buckle that had tarnished to a dull, greenish black. It was not a new boot. It was a thing that had walked through mud, through snow, and through the...

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