The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The dream was not of darkness, as one might expect from the depths of a dungeon, but of a pale, suffocating white that pressed against Thomas Ashworth’s eyelids like a wet cloth. In that white void, he saw the mirror hanging on the stone wall, cracked down the center by a single, precise blow, and as he reached for it, the glass did not shatter into shards but dissolved into a fine, cold dust...

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