The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, gray curtain that blurred the edges of the world until the office became a sealed vessel, a place where the air tasted of stale coffee and the metallic tang of fear, and I sat at my desk, the one near the window that looked out onto the parking lot where the puddles reflected the flickering neon of the convenience store across the street,...

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