The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The rain against the window of the study was a rhythmic, ceaseless drumming, a sound that Margaret had come to associate with the settling of bones in old houses and the slow erosion of certainty. She sat at the heavy oak desk, her hands resting flat on the mahogany surface, feeling the grain beneath her fingers as if checking for a pulse. The house, a sprawling Victorian estate on the edge of...

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