The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The rain did not fall so much as it existed, a constant, heavy presence that turned the moor into a grey smear of mud and thorn. I wiped the water from my glasses, my hands shaking not from the cold but from the adrenaline that still hummed in my bones. Ahead of me, the figure in the black coat stood perfectly still in the center of the path, facing away from me. He did not turn. He did not...

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