The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The train hissed its long, metallic exhale into the fog-shrouded valley, a sound that seemed to tear the silence of the morning wide open, and Eleanor Vane stood at the window, her reflection ghostly and pale against the dark glass, watching the landscape slide past in a blur of gray mist and skeletal trees, feeling the vibration of the iron wheels thrum through the soles of her shoes, a...

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