The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The fire started in the basement, where the raw wool was stacked in bales that looked like the flanks of sleeping giants, and by the time the smoke had curled through the ventilation shafts and stained the ceiling of the main counting house, the world had already begun to dissolve into a haze of gray ash. I remember the smell first, not the heat, a sharp, sulfurous bite that coated the back of...

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