The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The rain had not stopped for three days, and it drummed against the single pane of glass in the window of the archive room with a rhythmic, persistent violence that felt less like weather and more like an accusation. You are sitting in the corner, in a chair that has seen better decades, your fingers hovering over the leather-bound ledger of 1984, the one that smells of mildew and old tobacco,...

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