The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The hand was warm. It was the only thing in the house that retained heat, a steady, biological fever against the November chill of 1893. I held Clara’s left hand in my lap, the fingers curled slightly as if grasping for a glass of water that had slipped away months ago. The skin was taut, the nails polished in a shade of violet that the cold had not yet faded, and beneath the epidermis, I could...

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