The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The ink stains my hands, a permanent indigo bruise that spreads from the fingertips to the wrists, a color that does not wash away with water or lye or even the harshest solvents of the trade, and I sit in the high-backed leather chair behind the desk of the Ministry of Archival Integrity, watching the dust motes dance in the single beam of sunlight that pierces the heavy velvet drapes, knowing...

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