The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The train pulled into the station at Harrowgate just as the fog rolled in off the river, thick and white, swallowing the platform lamps one by one until the world was nothing but gray breath and the smell of wet wool. I stood there holding my case, feeling the weight of it settle into the bones of my hands, and watched Sergeant Miller’s car drive away into the mist without so much as a mirror...

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