The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended grey mist that soaked into the wool of my coat and the leather of my boots, a cold, persistent dampness that seemed to originate not from the sky but from the very bones of the city itself, which groaned under the weight of its own forgotten secrets as I walked the slick cobblestones of the lower district, my hands buried deep in...

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