The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The bell in the tower of St. Jude’s didn’t ring; it cracked. A sound like a giant knuckle breaking echoed across the cobblestones of the market square, a jagged, ugly noise that cut through the morning mist and the smell of rotting apples. People looked up, their faces pale in the grey light. I looked up too. I was standing in the shadow of the great arch, the stone cold against my back, and I...

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