The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The porcelain teacup shatters on the flagstones, a sound like a small bone snapping in the quiet of the cellar, and you watch the shards scatter across the wet moss, each fragment holding a sliver of the blue glaze that once seemed so unbreakable, so perfect, so utterly blind to the fracture lines that ran through it from the very first day you held it in your trembling hand. You are alone...

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