The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The blood was on her hands. It was bright and hot. Margaret stared at it, mesmerized by the red smear against her pale palms. She did not scream. She did not run. She stood in the center of the stone hall, breathing hard. The air tasted of iron and old dust. Her husband, Thomas, lay on the floor. He was still. His eyes were open, staring at the ceiling. The sword was in her hand. It was not...

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