The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The glass was cold. Mason felt the chill seep into his palm. He held the shard. It was small. Thin as a razor. The mirror had broken. Not shattered. Just cracked. A single line. Running from the top left. Down to the center. He stared at it. His face was split. The left eye was wide. The right eye was closed. Or so it seemed. The light was dim. The room was small. A closet in the station....

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