The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The dream was always the same. The water was black and thick as oil. Elias saw his brother, David, thrashing, mouth open in a silent scream, the current dragging him under with a patience that felt deliberate. Elias woke with the taste of silt in his throat, his hand gripping the cold iron of the pocket watch. It was rusted, the glass cracked, the hands moving counter-clockwise. It ticked. A...

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