The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The fire started in the grain silo at dawn. You remember the heat. It was a living thing. It pressed against your skin, a heavy, velvet hand that did not let go. The smoke was thick and gray, tasting of copper and burnt sugar. You stood in the center of the town square, your badge heavy on your chest, your uniform crisp and white. The people around you were screaming. They were pointing at you....

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