The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The bell rang. It did not chime. It clanged. A heavy, iron sound that vibrated in the teeth. It was late. The candle on the desk was low. The wax pooled like blood. Margaret wiped the table. She wiped it again. The wood was dark. Old. Scratched by knives and forks. She was a new face. A stranger in these halls. She had come from across the sea. The sea was cold. The ship was slow. The air here...

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