The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The coffee slipped from my fingers before I could register the tremor. It hit the desk in a brown splash, soaking into the wool of my sleeve and seeping into the fabric of my trousers. I did not wipe it away. I stared at the stain spreading across the badge clipped to my shirt, the gold lettering of the Federal Bureau of Investigation blurred by the liquid. I am fifty-two years old. I have...

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