The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

I woke with the taste of iron on my tongue. The dream was gone. Only the cold remained. It sat in my bones. I sat up. The room was dark. A single beam of moonlight cut the floor. It fell across the desk. The desk held a single object. A seal. It was wax. It was red. It was cracked. I knew that seal. I had not seen it in years. I reached for it. My hand trembled. I did not want to touch it. I...

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