The Pale Echo
Chapter One Anouk Marchand’s left hand shook as she gripped the steering wheel, the vibration rattling up her arm and into her teeth. She wore a thick leather glove, black and stiff, hiding the tremor that had plagued her for three years. The car climbed the escarpment toward the remote clinic, the wind farm blades spinning slowly in the fog, a grey rhythm against the white sky. She needed the...
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