The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The rain had been falling for three days, a steady, gray sheet that blurred the edges of the world and turned the cobblestones into a slick, black mirror. I sat in the corner of the interrogation room, my hands folded tightly in my lap, feeling the dampness seep through the wool of my uniform. The air was thick, smelling of stale coffee, old paper, and the metallic tang of fear. Across from me,...

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