The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The brass buttons on my tunic were dull, not from a lack of polishing, but from the sheer volume of hands that had touched them over the last decade. They were small, round, and cold, like the eyes of the men I had interrogated in the grey rooms of the Ministry. I looked down at them while I sat in the high-backed chair, the leather cracked and peeling like old skin, and I thought about how...

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