The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The letter sat on my desk, the paper heavy with the dampness of the journey, the ink still dark enough to bleed if I pressed my thumb against it. I picked it up, the weight of it startling, a small, dense thing that felt less like correspondence and more like a verdict. It was from Clara. She had not written to me in three years, not since I had taken the posting at the coastal sanatorium of...

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