The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

"Do you remember the sound of the rain on the tin roof last Tuesday? Not the noise, I mean. The way it felt like it was trying to wash us into the dirt." Margaret sat across from you in the small, suffocating office of the local sheriff’s department, her hands folded tightly in her lap as if she were holding herself together by sheer will. The room smelled of stale coffee and wet wool, a scent...

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