The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The banquet hall smelled of roasted goose and old money. It smelled of rot masked by lavender. I stood in the corner, my hands trembling not from cold, but from the sheer weight of the silk shawl draped over my shoulders. It was my mother’s. Or rather, it was the ghost of her. A pale, dusty grey thing, heavy with the dust of decades. I had worn it to the gala at St. Jude’s, the university’s...

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