The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The rain hit the gravel. Hard. Cold. I watched it. It was a gray sheet. No end. I stood by the window. The glass was cold against my forehead. I am in a house. It is not my house. It is not anyone’s house. It is a place we hide. My name is Elias. I used to be a man who found things. Now I am a man who loses them. My wife is gone. Or so I tell myself. Sarah is gone. I cannot see her. I cannot...

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