The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The rain fell upon the cobblestones of the industrial district with a rhythm that was less like water and more like the slow, deliberate ticking of a clock counting down to a cessation of breath, a persistent drumming that seemed to resonate within the very marrow of my bones as I walked through the slick, gray fog that swallowed the towering smokestacks of the Whitmore Textile Mill. I am not a...

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