The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The rain lashed against the windowpane of the sickroom, a relentless drumming that matched the shallow, rattling breath of Clara. I sat in the chair by her bed, my hands folded in my lap, feeling the cold seep through my wool trousers. The air was thick with the cloying scent of lilies and the sweet, cloying rot of consumption. "You have it, then?" Clara whispered. Her eyes were half-closed,...

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