The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The bell tower was shaking. Marek held the rail. His knuckles were white. The wood was slick with rain. Below, the courtyard churned with water. A body lay in the mud. It was Thomas. Marek looked down. Thomas was still. His face was turned up. The rain washed the blood from his eyes. Marek closed his eyes. He listened. The wind screamed. The stone groaned. The bells rang out, a sharp, metallic...

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