The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The ink on my pen has turned the color of dried blood, and the air in the office tastes of copper and old paper. I am fighting the Hollow Men, those spectral figures who stand in the corners of the room, their forms shifting like smoke caught in a draft, feeding on the vitality of the firm’s ledgers. They are invisible to everyone else, but I see them clearly, for I am the auditor who holds the...

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