The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The needle slips, tearing a jagged, white line through the pale silk lining of the cloak, and the sound is a small, sharp scream in the quiet of the shop. You pull your hand back, watching the frayed threads hang like broken nerves, and the tremor in your fingers is no longer something you can hide, but a visible, violent shaking that makes the shears rattle against the table. You are Elias...

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