The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The iron pot clanged against the stone hearth with a resonance that seemed to vibrate in the marrow of Eleanor’s bones, a sound so sharp and final that it silenced the frantic scratching of the rats in the beams above. She stood there, the heavy skillet still in her hand, her knuckles white against the blackened handle, watching the last of the thick, grey smoke curl toward the vaulted ceiling...

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