The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The rain fell on the window. It fell hard. It fell without stop. Elias stood by the door. He held the badge. It was heavy. It was cold. He looked at the desk. The chair was empty. The light was dim. The air smelled of wet wool. He had come to say goodbye. The badge was a path. It was a boundary. It kept him inside. It kept the world out. For ten years, it had been his skin. Now it was a dead...

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