The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The rain against the slate roof of the isolated farmhouse was a rhythmic, mechanical drumming that drowned out the smaller sounds of the night, the creaking of old wood, the settling of the earth, the distant lowing of cattle in the dark pasture. I sat in the center of the room, my back against the cold stone wall, holding the heavy wool shawl in my lap. It was not my shawl. It belonged to my...

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