The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The house burned before the clock struck six. I watched the flames eat the eaves. They were yellow, bright, and hungry. The smoke smelled of wet wool and old paper. I stood on the porch. I held my coat in my hands. It was heavy. It was my only possession left. The fire did not care about my grief. It only cared about the fuel. Eleanor was gone. She had been gone for three days. The police...

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