The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The ink on the ledger was still wet when I saw it, a dark smear on the page of my life, or so it seemed to me then. I was sitting in the back room of the general store in Oakhaven, a place that smelled of drying herbs and the faint, metallic tang of old paper, and the rain was tapping against the single pane of glass like a nervous finger. My hands were shaking. They always shook when Mr....

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