The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The rain had been falling on the town of Oakhaven for three days, a persistent, gray weeping that turned the cobblestones slick and the air thick with the smell of wet stone and decaying leaves. Thomas Bradshaw stood in the center of the old town square, his hand resting on the cold iron railing of the fountain, watching the water swirl into the drain. He was a man of few words, a constable in...

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