The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The rain hit the mud like a drum. I ran. My lungs burned. The cold bit deep. I wore the coat. It was gray. It was thin. It was mine. I stopped. I breathed. The woods were dark. Shadows moved. I saw a light. A lantern. I moved toward it. My heart hammered. I was afraid. I was cold. I was alone. The lantern sat on a stump. A man sat by it. He was old. His face was carved by wind. He looked at me....

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