The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The glass sits on the table between us, a heavy, leaded thing shaped like a teacup but without a handle. It is the only object in this room that has not moved since we arrived. You hold it. You have held it since your mother died, since the funeral, since the first rain began to leak through the roof of this stone cottage in the Welsh borderlands. It is a small, fragile thing, a reliquary of...

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