The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The glass is cold. It sits on the table. You look at it. It is a tumbler. Thick base. Clear water. A single drop. It rolls down. It hits the wood. It vanishes. The room is quiet. Dust motes dance. Sunlight cuts. You are alone. The clock ticks. Tick. Tick. Tick. The sound is loud. The sound is heavy. You wait. You always wait. The town is gray. The sky is gray. The factories smoke. Black smoke....

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