The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The rain did not fall so much as it seeped, a slow, gray exhalation from the low-hanging clouds that pressed against the windows of the sanitarium. I sat in the winged chair, my hands resting on my knees, watching the water bead on the glass. My left hand trembled, a fine, persistent vibration that I had learned to ignore. It was a phantom sensation, a ghost of a limb that was no longer there....

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