The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The bell of the village church did not ring at midnight, as it had for three hundred years, but screamed. It was a sound that tore the throat of the night open, a jagged shriek of iron on iron that rattled the loose teeth in my gums and set the dogs in the kennels howling in a chorus of pure, unadulterated terror. I stood in the courtyard of the manor, the wet earth cold and slick beneath the...

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