The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

Eighty-four of the Salt Gate sat in the rain, the estate blocks stretching out like a bruise across the tundra-tussock landscape, a landscape where the soil had long since given up on holding the water. The night market was licensed but empty, its stalls shuttered against the sideways deluge that had persisted for seven days, turning the air into a physical weight that pressed against the...

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