The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The dream was of roots. They spread through the earth like veins of silver. They pulsed with a cold, rhythmic beat. Dr. Elias Thorne woke with the taste of loam on his tongue. It was a heavy, metallic taste. He spat it out. The room was dark. The moonlight cut a pale strip across the floorboards. He was in the field station. It stood alone on the moor. The wind howled against the glass. He did...

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