The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The rain hammered the windowpane, a relentless, rhythmic tapping that sounded like knuckles rapping on wood. You sat across from Mara in the kitchen, the tablecloth damp with condensation, the air thick with the smell of stale coffee and fear. She did not look at you. Her eyes were hollow, dark pits in a face that had aged a decade in the last month. You wanted to clear your name before the...

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