The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The white heron drowns. It thrashes in the black water, its wings spread wide, a stark and terrible light against the dark. You wake gasping, the taste of salt and iron in your mouth, the sheets tangled around your legs like roots. It is three in the morning in the apartment that smells of stale tobacco and regret. You are Elias Thorne. You are forty-two, and you are a ghost in your own life....

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