The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The rain had been falling on the slate roof of the station for three days, a relentless, monotonous drumming that seemed to vibrate in the marrow of my bones, blurring the line between the wet gray sky and the muddy track outside. I sat in the small, cramped office that smelled of stale tobacco, damp wool, and the metallic tang of old iron, staring at the object on the desk before me, a piece...

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