The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The ivy had eaten the window. It climbed the stone in a slow, green tide. It strangled the glass. It held the light away. We lived in the old mill. The machinery was dead. The gears were rusted. The air was thick. It tasted of damp. It tasted of rot. I was the warden. I was also the prisoner. The institution was a place of silence. A place of rules. The walls were high. The gates were iron. We...

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