The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The sparrow was not singing. It was screaming, a thin, high-pitched shriek that tore through the damp mist of the market square, before it folded in on itself and hit the cobblestones with a wet, final thud. Thomas watched the body twitch. He did not blink. His eyes, pale and wide as saucers in the gloom, tracked the small, broken wing as it jerked one last time against the gray stone. Around...

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