The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The bone broke first. I heard it. A dry snap. Like a twig under a boot. It was my own finger. The right one. The one I used to sign my name. The one I used to hold the quill. I was fighting. Not with a sword. Not with a fist. With words. Or the ghosts of them. The air in the study was thick. It tasted of iron and old paper. I was holding the door shut. My brother, Thomas, was on the other side....

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