The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

I woke with the taste of iron and old dust on my tongue, the sensation so vivid it felt less like memory and more like a physical weight settling onto my chest. The air in the cell was thick, stagnant, smelling of wet stone and the faint, sweet rot of the herbs that Sister Agatha used to dry in the rafters above. I was not in the abbey. I knew this with the cold, detached clarity that often...

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