The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

"You missed a spot." The voice was soft. It was not a command. It was a observation. I looked up. My hands were stained. The blue ink had sunk into the creases of my knuckles. It had eaten the skin there. It was a deep, bruised purple. It looked like a vein that had burst under the surface. It would not wash out. Mistress Elara stood in the doorway. She held a candle. The flame shook. It cast...

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