The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The ball was loud. Too loud. I stood by the champagne tower. My tie was tight. My pulse was louder than the band. Margaret was there. She wore white. Not the white of snow. The white of bone. She moved through the crowd. A ghost in a gilded cage. I watched her. I had watched her for years. Since the day the war ended. Since the day the silence broke. Detective Miller stood near the door. He did...

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