The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The train smelled of wet wool and ozone. I pressed my forehead against the cold glass, watching the gray fields of Vermont blur past in streaks of mud and frost. I was twelve years old. I carried a leather case in my lap. Inside was a set of chisels, a hammer, and a block of pale limestone. My father had given them to me three days before he died. He had not said goodbye. He had simply packed...

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