The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The first thing Clara Vane counted was the drops. She sat at the small, scratched table in her rented room in Whitechapel, the gaslight hissing its low, constant complaint against the damp walls. Before her lay a glass vial, stoppered with wax, and a silver spoon worn thin by years of use. She held the vial to the light, watching the amber liquid catch the glow, and counted the drops she had...

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