The Pale Echo
Chapter One She had not spoken to the mirror in three days, and the silence was a physical weight, heavier than the grain sacks in the tithe barn. Carmela Costa stood before the glass, her hands trembling as she touched the cold surface, knowing what waited for her on the other side of the reflection. She was thirty-four, her hair bound tight, her face lined by the heat that made noon a time of...
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