The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The frost on the windowpane is a lattice of white veins, spreading across the glass like a frozen river delta, and you are staring at it while the sound of the drilling in the next room vibrates through the floorboards, a low, rhythmic thrum that settles into your teeth. You are a master of restoration, a craftsman of wood and varnish, and your hands, stained permanently with the tannins of oak...

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