The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The train slowed as it approached the station, the rhythmic clatter of the wheels on the tracks a dull, persistent drumbeat that seemed to synchronize with the throbbing behind your eyes. You pressed your forehead against the cold glass of the carriage window, watching the gray moorland blur into the mist, the landscape stretching out like a tired, worn-out canvas. It was early morning, the...

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