The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

I woke from a dream in which the walls of the house were breathing, a slow, rhythmic expansion and contraction that smelled of wet limestone and ancient, rotting wood. The air in the cottage was thick, heavy with the dampness that seeped up from the foundation stones, a cold that had nothing to do with the temperature of the room and everything to do with the presence of something old and...

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