The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The silence in the house on the hill was not empty, but heavy, a physical weight that pressed against Margaret’s eardrums and settled in the hollows of her bones. She stood at the window, her hands gripping the sill so tightly that the knuckles turned the color of old bone, watching the fog roll down from the moor like a slow, gray tide erasing the world. It had been three days since the...

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