The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The clock on the wall ticked with the heavy, wet rhythm of a metronome, marking off the seconds that had accumulated over twenty years of night shifts. You counted them, not out of habit, but because counting was the only thing that kept the cold from settling into your bones. Forty-two years old, and you had the hands of a man who had spent two decades gripping iron rails in the dark. The...

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