The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The letter sat on the table. Black ink. White paper. No seal. Silas stared at it. The wood grain of the table was pale. Oak. Old. It had held his breakfast for forty years. It had held his wife’s hand. Now it held the end of the world. He did not touch it. His hand trembled. A fine vibration. Like a wire under tension. He looked at the door. The hallway was dark. The house was quiet. Too...

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