The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The rain did not fall. It hung. I stood in the center of the hall. The stone floor was cold. My hands were bound. The rope was wet. "Is he awake?" I asked. My voice was a dry leaf. It skittered over the damp air. "Ask again, Thomas," said the voice from the shadows. "Ask with respect. Or ask with fear. But do not ask with command." I looked up. The high windows were barred. Iron bars. Black...

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