The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The dream was blue. Not the blue of the sky, but the blue of deep water. Cold. Still. A wool sweater hung on a wire in the dark. It was old. The yarn was matted. The color was faded to a pale, sickly grey. It looked like skin. It looked like a ghost. Marek woke up. His breath came in short, sharp gasps. The air in the cell was thick. It smelled of damp stone and old sweat. It smelled of fear....

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