The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

"You are bleeding." I looked down. The floor was wet. Not with rain. Not with wine. With red. Thick. Viscous. It pooled around my left ankle. I stared at it. It stared back. A mirror of my own life. "Who did this?" I asked. My voice was dry. Sandpaper on wood. "Nobody, Elias." The woman stood by the door. Her name was Clara. She had been my partner for ten years. Ten years of silence. Ten years...

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