The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The fire started at dawn. It took the roof. Then the walls. Then the heart of the house. I stood in the yard. The heat hit my face. It was a physical blow. A red wall of air. My wife, Eleanor, looked at me. Her eyes were wide. Her lips were pale. "Run," she said. I did not run. I looked at the smoke. It twisted into the gray sky. It looked like a snake. It looked like a ghost. "Leave me," she...

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