The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The door was ajar. I stood in the hallway. The air smelled of dust and old rain. "Is he there?" I asked. My voice sounded thin. Like paper tearing. The woman by the wall did not answer. She held a glass of water. Her hand trembled. "Yes," she said. "He is waiting." I stepped forward. The floorboards groaned. We entered the room. It was not a room. It was a space. The walls were made of fog. The...

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