The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The rain hit the window with a sound like static. Miles sat at his desk. He rubbed his eyes. The desk was wood. It was dark. He looked at the clock. It was three in the morning. Outside, the town slept. Or it pretended to. Miles picked up a pen. He held it for a moment. Then he put it down. He was a historian. He wrote about the past. Specifically, the past of this town. Ashworth. A small...

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