The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The fire did not start with a spark, but with a scream that tore through the silence of the chapel like a bolt of white lightning, shattering the stained glass windows and raining colored shards across the cold stone floor. I was sitting in the back row, my hands folded in my lap, feeling the heat of the censer’s incense against my face, when the roof began to collapse. It was a sound of...

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