The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The dream was white, a blinding expanse of snow that swallowed the horizon, and I woke with my hands trembling against the thin wool of my blanket. I sat up, the cold air of the room biting at my damp skin, and reached for the small leather purse on the bedside table. My fingers fumbled with the clasp, the metal cold and unyielding, as I counted the few remaining coins. Twelve pounds. That was...

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