The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The form was wet, the ink bleeding into the cheap paper until the words blurred into grey smudges, but the warden did not look up from his desk, his fingers drumming a slow, rhythmic beat against the wood as if he were waiting for a train that had already left the station. You stood there, Elias, holding the marriage certificate in your trembling hands, the paper heavy with the weight of three...

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