The Pale Echo
The ambulance siren was a thin, high-pitched shriek that cut through the humid August air, a sound that seemed to vibrate directly against the teeth. Julian stood on the sidewalk, his shirt soaked with sweat, watching the red and white vehicle swallow the figure of his friend, Arthur, whole. It was a violation of the natural order, this sudden extraction of life from the public street. Arthur...
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