The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The air in the infirmary smelled of wet wool, boiled rags, and the metallic tang of old blood that seemed to seep from the stone walls themselves, a scent that had settled into the bones of the building over centuries until it was no longer a smell but a presence, a living thing that watched the boy sit on the edge of the straw mattress, his hands clenched so tightly around his knees that the...

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