The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The air in the Hall of Appraisals tasted of dust and old varnish, a dry, papery scent that coated the back of your throat and settled into the creases of your skin. You stood before the glass case, your reflection a pale, distorted smear against the gleaming surface, watching the object inside with a stillness that bordered on paralysis. It was a simple thing, a ceramic vessel no larger than a...

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