The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

I woke with the taste of iron and dried berries on my tongue, a metallic tang that clung to the roof of my mouth like a secret. The dream had been of a cellar, deep and stone-walled, where a single loaf of bread sat upon a table, untouched by mold, untouched by time. It was white, pristine, and terrifyingly real. I sat up in the narrow bed of the watchman’s quarters, the straw rustling beneath...

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