The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The rain did not fall so much as it was pressed down from a bruised, low-hanging sky, a gray weight that settled into the fibers of my wool coat and the hollows of my bones, erasing the distinction between the wet pavement of the city and the dampness that had long since colonized my internal architecture. I was walking, or perhaps I was being dragged, through a district of the town that the...

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