The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

My hands were slick with the brine of the salt when I first saw the fracture in the glass. I had been polishing the shield of the salt road escort for three hours, the grit of the desert stone still embedded in the weave of my wrist wrap. The city of Oram was a place of buried cities, where the windmills turned slow and heavy against a sky that had not seen a true dawn in a decade. I was a...

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