The Pale Echo
Chapter One "Is it true," Layla asked, her voice flat as a stone dropped into deep water, "that you have been hearing the house again?" Mahmoud Kassem did not look up from the divorce papers spread across the mahogany desk, the ink still wet, glistening under the single candle that burned low in its brass holder. He was thirty-two, though the lines around his eyes suggested a man who had lived...
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