The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

Act I My hands were black with soot and the smell of sulfur hung in my throat, thick as wool. I was counting the q’s in the type case, sixty-three of the Amber Stair missing, when the lantern hissed and the glass in the window showed me a face that was not mine. It was my face, but the mouth was smiling while mine was set in a grim line. I dropped the letter. It landed in the mud. The snow...

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