The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the asphalt of the cul-de-sac into a slick, black mirror that reflected only the gray, bruised sky and the bare, skeletal limbs of the elms. I sat at the kitchen table, my hands wrapped around a mug of tea that had long since gone cold, watching the water drip from the eaves with a rhythmic, metronomic persistence that seemed to match the slow,...

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