The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The fog rolled in off the harbor not as a mist but as a living, breathing entity, a pale, viscous tongue that licked the cobblestones of Millhaven until the town vanished into a white, silent void. You were standing on the precipice of the old textile mill, that rotting cathedral of the industrial age, your hands trembling not from the cold but from a sudden, violent surge of clarity that felt...

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