The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The rain did not fall. It hovered. A fine, gray mist clung to the windowpane of the attic room, blurring the world outside into a smear of mud and iron. Elara sat in the chair. Her hands were still. They rested on her lap, pale as bone, fingers interlaced. The silence was heavy. It pressed against her eardrums. It tasted of copper. She was alone. Or so she believed. The house was a tomb of wood...

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