The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The bell rang at six. It did not chime with the polite courtesy of a private residence. It screamed. A shrill, metallic shriek that tore through the damp air of the city, vibrating in the teeth of everyone who heard it. Margaret stood in the center of the kitchen. Her hands were stained. Not with blood. With tea. Dark, cold, bitter tea. She held the cup. The ceramic was warm. It was the only...

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