The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The road was wet. Gray. It stretched out like a vein in a bruised hand. Rain tapped on the windshield. *Tap. Tap. Tap.* A rhythm. A count. They drove south. Two men. One car. The heater hummed. It smelled of old wool and stale coffee. And something else. Rot. Sweet. Cloying. "Drive, Silas," Marcus said. His voice was flat. Dead. Silas gripped the wheel. Knuckles white. He did not look at...

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