The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

She woke from the dream. Again. The house was breathing. Not metaphorically. The walls expanded. The floorboards creaked in unison. A long, slow exhalation that smelled of wet dust and old lavender. Margaret sat up. Her joints popped. Sixty years of living in this body. It felt like a suit that had been worn too thin. She went to the window. The garden was dark. The hedges were high. She had...

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