The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

Thomas. The word cut through the drafty room, sharp as a blade. "Thomas, you are not going." His mother stood in the doorway, her shawl pulled tight against the November chill. Her face was a map of exhaustion, lines carved deep around her mouth, her eyes fixed on him with a intensity that felt like a physical weight. She was not looking at him; she was looking at the space where his father...

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