The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a fine, persistent mist that turned the ancient oaks of the Blackwood Forest into ghosts. I wiped the condensation from my spectacles, the glass cold against my skin, and looked down at the object in my hands. It was a pair of gloves, woven from a fiber that seemed to shift between grey and bone-white, depending on how the light caught the...

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