The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

My hand was already on the iron ring of the cellar door when the light changed, thinning from the pale grey of pre-dawn to the bruised purple of early morning. I was forty-two years old, a constable in the village of Oakhaven, and I had not slept in three days. The air down here was thick with the smell of damp wool and the metallic tang of old blood, though I had not bled. I was waiting for...

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