The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The dream was not a dream in the way Margaret Holloway understood dreams, which were usually brief, chaotic flashes of light or the sudden, inexplicable need to scream into a pillow that smelled of lavender and damp wool; no, this was a sustained, heavy reality that settled over her consciousness like a thick, grey fog rolling off the industrial canals of Bristol, a place where the air tasted...

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