The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

I woke with the taste of iron in my mouth and the sound of rain lashing against the windowpane of the orphanage. It was a heavy, persistent downpour, the kind that turns the streets into grey rivers and blurs the line between the world outside and the stone walls within. I am a child of no particular note, though the matrons often remarked on my silence. I was Edward, or at least, that was the...

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