The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The light in the cell was grey, a flat smear of morning that did not change as the hours passed. I sat on the stone bench, the cold seeping through the thin wool of my trousers, and watched a rat scurry along the base of the wall. It paused, its black eyes catching the dimness, before vanishing into a crack in the mortar. I knew that creature well. We were both trapped in boxes, waiting for...

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