The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The truck was old, a rusted Ford that groaned under the weight of the silence. It moved slowly along the gravel road that cut through the Appalachian foothills, kicking up clouds of dust that hung in the humid air like suspended breath. Inside the cab, Marcus sat with his hands resting loosely on the steering wheel, his knuckles pale. Beside him, in the passenger seat, was a small, terracotta...

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