The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The crystal decanter was heavy in my left hand, the glass cool and slick with condensation, a weight that anchored me to the table while the room spun with the noise of fifty colleagues clinking glasses in my honor. I raised it, my fingers white-knuckled around the neck, and looked across the banquet hall at Marcus, who sat at the head of the table with a smile that did not reach his eyes, a...

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