The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The Pale Echo The cliffs of Duncansby stood like broken teeth against the Orkney sky, and Eleanor MacLeod climbed them every evening without speaking to anyone, without carrying anything but the silence she wore like a second skin. She was thirty-two, a restorer of illuminated manuscripts at the National Library of Scotland, and she had spent eight years learning how to hold broken things...

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