The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The first thing I noticed was not the sound, but the taste of iron on my tongue, sharp and metallic, as if I had been chewing a penny. I was sitting in the ruins of the old apothecary, my back against the crumbling stone wall, watching the snow fall through the broken roof. My hands were wrapped around a small glass vial, the liquid inside a pale, cloudy yellow, and I was trying to decide if I...

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