The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a fine, persistent mist that turned the gravel drive of the Ashworth estate into a slurry of grey and black, blurring the boundary between the earth and the sky. Eleanor stood at the window of the study, her reflection a pale, ghostly smear against the darkened pane, watching the headlights of a single, aging sedan cut through the gloom. It...

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