The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The rain did not fall; it hung. A suspended, gray curtain of water that blurred the iron bars of the window, turning the world outside into a smear of charcoal and slate. I sat in the high-backed chair, my back rigid, listening to the tick of the clock on the mantle. It was a sound that felt too loud in the small, drafty room, a metronome counting down the seconds of a life I could no longer...

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