The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The glass was broken. Not shattered, just cracked, a spiderweb of fractures radiating from the center of the pane that looked like a frozen explosion. I stared at it. My reflection stared back, delayed by a fraction of a second, a half-beat out of sync with my own movement. I raised my hand. The image in the glass raised its hand. But there was a lag. A hesitation. It was enough to make the...

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