Our Last Echoes - Kate Alice Marshall Page 0,107

have it.”

Abby took it from me, her brow wrinkled in confusion. “I don’t understand.”

“What’s not to understand?” Liam asked.

“This is the same bird,” Abby said. “The wing’s broken, see? And there’s a stain on the side. Sophia’s wasn’t damaged.”

I reached into my pocket. My fingers bumped against something small and hard, and I pulled it out. It was the tip of the wing, broken off. “It must have happened while we were running,” I said.

“Then it is Sophia’s bird,” Abby replied. “But it’s exactly the same as the one my sister gave to Ashford. Which means . . . I have no idea what that means.” She snarled in frustration. “What were my father and my grandfather doing here? Why did Miranda send me—to help you? Or was there something else? I don’t understand. I thought I would understand.”

“Maybe that means you aren’t finished yet,” I told her. “Whatever brought you here, it isn’t done with you quite yet.”

She closed her hand around the bird. “It’s done for tonight,” she said. “Tonight, let’s just be done.”

“Well, we’ve already spent most of the night out here talking,” Liam said jokingly. “Want to stick around and watch the sun rise?”

“I’d like that,” she said. We sat on the steps, the three of us in a line.

Dawn was coming. We’d made it through the dark.

INTERVIEW

Sophia Novak

SEPTEMBER 2, 2018

Silence lingers as Sophie—or Sophia—finishes her story. Ashford frowns, but it takes him some time to compose a question.

ASHFORD: That is an astonishing tale, Ms. Novak. And a well-put-together file. Did you assist in that?

SOPHIA: Liam did the titles.

ASHFORD: I thought he might have. Tempest. It seems fitting. You know, Ms. Novak, I don’t know that I’ve ever met someone whose life has been so thoroughly steeped in the extra-normal.

SOPHIA: But there are other people who are in tune with the other worlds. Like me. Like Abby and her sister. We’re drawn to those other worlds, and they’re drawn to us. Because we’re useful. The Six-Wing wanted to use me. The thing that’s after Abby, that killed her sister—it wants something from her too, doesn’t it?

He doesn’t want to have to ask; you can see it in his face. But it is the question he has been trying not to demand answers to this whole time, and it is finally too much.

ASHFORD: Where is Abby, Ms. Novak? She made it off the island. So why isn’t she here? Why send everything like that? Not a word of explanation. She won’t answer her phone or her email. No one seems to have seen her. Do you know? Can you tell me?

SOPHIA: I know.

ASHFORD: Then where is she?

SOPHIA: She went to find out what you’ve been hiding from her. She went home.

Ashford looks grim.

ASHFORD: That is what I was afraid of.

SOPHIA: Because you don’t want her finding the truth?

ASHFORD: No, Ms. Novak. Because I don’t want it finding her.

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

FIRST, I’D LIKE to thank my parents. They have been a constant, un-vanished presence in my life, have not in fact met a grim demise, are emotionally and practically and in all ways extremely supportive, and deserve none of the cruel things I do to their counterparts in fiction. The next parents I write will spend the book baking, happily far from danger, I promise. (This is a lie. I’m sorry.)

Thanks also to my wonderful mother-in-law, Rosemary, and her partner, Mike. Writing during a global pandemic has been challenging to say the least, and without sending the kids off to Grandma Camp there would be far fewer words in this book. And to my husband, Mike, who really should be at the top of the list every time, for splitting the workday with me, taking meetings with a toddler on his lap, and somehow, so far, getting through this with our sanity mostly intact. Special shout-out to Ms. Bean and Mr. O, along with coconspirators Vonnegut and Octavia Pupler, who tried their hardest to keep me from getting a lick of work done (sometimes through actual licking) but without whom my life would be very dull indeed.

As always, thanks to the usual suspects who helped in one way or another to get this book from lumpy little idea to workable draft: Shanna Germain, Erin M. Evans, Rhiannon Held, Monte Cook, Corry L. Lee, and Susan Morris; to Lisa Rodgers and Louise Buckley for their advocacy and expertise; to Maggie Rosenthal, with apologies for not fitting in that extra defiled corpse you asked for; to Marinda Valenti, Abigail Powers, Delia Davis, and Krista Ahlberg for their diligence; and to Dana Li, Kristin Boyle, and Jim Hoover for yet another a fantastic cover and interior design. Special thanks also to SB Divya for her work as an expert reader.

And of course thank you to all of my readers. Without you, none of this is possible.

© Alice Marshall

Kate Alice Marshall started writing before she could hold a pen properly, and never stopped. She lives in the Pacific Northwest with a chaotic menagerie of pets and family members, and ventures out in the summer to kayak and camp along Puget Sound. She is the author of the young adult novels I Am Still Alive, Rules for Vanishing, and Our Last Echoes, as well as the middle grade novel Thirteens.

Follow her on Twitter @kmarshallarts or visit her online at katemarshallbooks.com.

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* Frame-by-frame review reveals signs of multiple images overlapping and/or fragmented. Unfortunately, our inability to retrieve the video files themselves prevents us from further analysis.

* It is not always possible to tell which child is which, particularly after sections of corrupted video. Our best efforts have been made to identify the girls consistently, but errors may remain.

* As in the Novak recordings, time metadata is corrupted.

* Refers to Sara Donohue. See File #74, “The Massachusetts Ghost Road.”

* Russian: “It devours.”

* Note: Remaining video and audio is heavily corrupted. Auditory and visual distortion is heavy, and the camera ceases to record any information in increasing intervals. The following segments are those that contain decipherable information.

* Note: Audio has been enhanced in order to transcribe this section. A greater degree of error may be present than usual; where dialog is indistinct, a best guess has been supplied.

* For the sake of clarity, echoes are identified throughout the remainder of the transcript where it is possible to confirm their status. In the case of Sophia Novak and her echo, such a determination is impossible.

* Revelation 4:8, partially transcribed: “And the four beasts had each of them six wings about them; and they were full of eyes within: and they rest not day and night, saying.”

* Time metadata is corrupted on all files created after 12:47 AM, the exact time of nightfall at the location in question.