The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The hand was gone. Mara stood in the hall. It was cold. The stone bit her feet. She looked down. Nothing. Just the dust. Who took it? The palace breathed. It was a lung of marble and shadow. Kings had died here. Queens had screamed. Now, only the servants remained. And Mara. She was a maid. She scrubbed. She wiped. She existed to be invisible. But the hand had been hers. It was not a real hand....

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