The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The rain did not fall so much as it was pressed against the glass of the observation deck, a relentless, gray smear that blurred the horizon into a single, indistinct line of mist. I sat in the high-backed leather chair, the material worn smooth by decades of my own restless shifting, and watched the condensation gather on the pane. My hands, resting on my knees, were still. They were always...

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