The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The clock struck four. Silas stood still. The dust motes danced. They were thick. They were old. He held the coat. It was black. It was wool. It was heavy. It was mine. He folded it. The fabric sighed. A sound of surrender. The workshop was quiet. The loom was silent. The iron was cold. He looked at the door. It was locked. He was alone. His hands were steady. They were not shaking. He had...

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