The Pale Echo
The rain had been falling for three days, a steady, gray curtain that turned the cobblestones of the old quarter into a mirror reflecting nothing but the low, bruised sky above, and as I walked away from the station, my boots striking the wet stone with a rhythmic, hollow thud, I felt the weight of the past ten years settling onto my shoulders like a physical burden, a cloak of silence that I...
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