The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The fire in the hearth of the stone cottage did not roar; it whispered, a dry, crackling hiss that sounded suspiciously like the tearing of old paper. Margaret sat on the floor, her back against the cold hearthstone, her hands resting on her knees. They were steady. That was the first thing she noticed, the terrifying stillness of her own body. She was a woman of fifty-two years, a woman who...

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