The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

I woke with the taste of copper and ash on my tongue, the dream still clinging to the back of my throat like a wet rag. In the dream, I was not me. I was a thing of smoke and memory, tethered to a single, heavy object that I could not name but felt in my bones as a gravity more powerful than the earth itself. The object was a simple brass compass, its face cracked down the center, the needle...

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