The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The bell did not ring. It shattered. Copper fragments rained from the tower of St. Jude’s. They struck the cobblestones like dead coins. The sound was not a crash. It was a scream. It stopped the town. It stopped time. Marek stood in the square. He held his hat in his hands. He did not look up. He looked at his boots. The mud was dry. It was cracked. It was old. The people came. They came from...

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