The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The rain tapped a rhythmic, hollow code against the windowpane. It was the only sound in the house, a persistent drumming that seemed to come from the walls themselves. I sat in the armchair, the one my mother had upholstered in a fabric the color of dried blood, and I held the object in my lap. It was small, cold, and heavy. A brass key, no longer than my thumb, with a tag of tarnished silver...

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