The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The bell tolled. I woke. The dust motes danced in the shaft of light. I was in the cellar. Or the attic. It did not matter. The air tasted of iron. And old paper. Thomas stood by the window. He did not look at me. He looked at the street below. The cobblestones were wet. The gas lamps hissed. "You are late," he said. "I am never late," I replied. My voice was a rasp. "I am always waiting." He...

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