The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The vial was cold, heavier than glass should be, and it smelled of wet pennies and the ozone that precedes a storm. Elias held it in both hands, the liquid inside a murky amber that swirled when he tilted it, a slow, viscous dance that mirrored the nausea rolling through his stomach. He was twelve, a boy who lived in the spaces between furniture, and he wanted to fix the thing that was breaking...

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