The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

I was wiping the silver from the locket with a soft cloth when the vibration started. It was a low hum, felt more in the teeth than heard by the ears, a cold thrum that traveled up from the mantel into the bone of my hand. I set the cloth down. The silver was tarnished, dark in the crevices, but the metal itself seemed to pulse, a living thing trapped under the skin. I am Arthur, fifty-two, a...

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