The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The house smelled of damp wool and old paper. I stood in the hallway, my boots heavy on the floorboards. Outside, the rain lashed the windows. It was a gray, featureless day. The kind of day that swallows light. I looked at the clock. It ticked. The sound was loud. Too loud. I had been waiting for three hours. My knees ached. The pain was a dull, persistent throb. I ignored it. I had learned to...

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