The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The candle in the study had burned down to a stub, its wick sputtering in the stagnant air, casting long, erratic shadows against the walls of my father’s cramped office. I was thirty-two years old, and I had not slept in three days, my eyes burning with a dry, gritty pain that matched the tension in my jaw. Tomorrow was the final appeal for the fraud charge that had ruined my father, and I...

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