The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The ledger sat on the desk, its spine cracked, the pages swollen with damp. I stared at the forged signature, my own name stretched into a jagged scrawl that looked nothing like the steady hand I had used for twenty years in the archives. Three days. That was all the time I had before the university board convened to strip me of my tenure and my reputation. I reached into my coat pocket, my...

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