The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

Mara’s left hand was shaking. It trembled not from cold, but from the sheer weight of the silence in the room. The air smelled of damp wool and old paper. She stood before the mirror in the dressing room of the old theater. The glass was dark. It showed her face, but it did not show her eyes. The eyes were gone. Or rather, they had moved. They were looking at something else. Something behind...

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