The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The rain had stopped, but the air in the corridor still tasted of wet wool and antiseptic, a cloying, medicinal sweetness that stuck to the back of Elias’s throat. He stood before the glass partition of the Whispering Ward, his hand resting on the cold steel of the door handle, waiting for the shift change. Inside, the patients sat in rows of white chairs, their faces turned toward the window,...

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