The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

Reyna Naranjo stood at the head of the ferry queue, the rain slicking the loess cliffs that held the town’s dwellings in their eroded embrace. The water was a churned grey soup, and the rival boat, the San Judas, was already working the same stretch, its engine a dull thrum against the wet rocks. She clutched the silver locket against her chest, the metal cold and heavy, a mirror to the hollow...

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