The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The rain fell on the roof of the detached house in the sleepy Connecticut town of Oakhaven with a rhythmic, relentless persistence, drumming a code that only the old trees seemed to understand. In the center of the room, which had once been a sanctuary of polished mahogany and silence, sat Arthur Penhaligon, a man whose spine had long since surrendered its rigid authority to the creeping,...

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