The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The annual harvest gala at the town hall was a cacophony of roasted pork and clinking glass, a suffocating warmth that pressed against Elias Vance’s chest as he watched his mother, Clara, isolate herself in the corner near the service entrance. She held a small, stoppered vial of pale, viscous liquid, which the town elders whispered was "liquid moonlight," and she consumed it with a terrifying,...

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