The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The fog did not roll in; it waited. I have seen weather that moves, that pushes against the stone walls of the Blackwood estate, but this thing, the Pale Echo, was a stillness that swallowed sound. It had been creeping up the valley for three days, erasing the edges of the pines, then the trunks, then the names of the trees themselves. I stood on the porch, my hands trembling not from the cold,...

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