Echoes by Harry Larter

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Can you hear that? The whistling? The ringing in your ear? The faint whispering that you tell yourself is 'just the wind'? Why do you do that? You fear the unknown, don't you? Is it just so you can sleep easier at night? The echoes of the dead are carried along the wind travelling through time, and the one question you must never ever ask, is 'what are they saying?'. Make that mistake, and everything changes.