"Have you ever heard the echoes speak?" she asked, adjusting her cloak against the chill.
"Echoes? You mean those voices in the cave?" he replied, glancing at the dark mouth of the canyon.
She smiled, "Not just any echoes. These speak of paths untaken, of doors unopened."
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"Tell me more," he said, as the shadows curled around them like an old friend.
In the heart of the echo, a laughter lingered, faintly audible, weaving through the fabric of dusk.