The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The frost on the windowpane is the first thing to break. It shatters not with a sound, but with a slow, creeping dissolve, like a memory losing its grip on the mind. You stand before the mirror, and the face looking back is not yours, or at least, it is not the face you left behind in the city of ash and silence. It is older. The lines around your mouth are deep gashes, carved by wind and...

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