The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

You wear the coat. It is not wool. It is skin. Your father’s skin. The city is grey. The rain is thin. It cuts the air. You walk. The boots are wet. The water seeps in. You do not feel it. You only feel the weight. The heavy, warm weight on your shoulders. It is winter. Or perhaps spring. The dates are blurred. The clocks have stopped. The hands point to nothing. You do not check the time. Time...

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