The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

Vane. The name hung in the thin air of the attic, cold and sharp as a wire. Arthur Vane woke with the taste of dust on his tongue, the recurring dream already dissolving into the grey light of early morning. In the dream, the porcelain urn had shattered, the shards scattering across the floor like teeth. He sat up, his joints protesting the cold, and looked at the empty space where the shelf...

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