The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The bell rope was not a rope at all but a frayed nerve of rawhide, pulsing with a vibration that you felt in the teeth before you heard the clang, and as you stood in the center of the refectory table, balancing on the wobbly legs of an oak chair, your hands were not gripping the rope but were instead clutching a shattered piece of your own wedding band, the gold jagged and bright against the...

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