The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The rain in Seattle did not wash things clean; it merely made the grime slicker, turning the city into a mirror of itself, a wet and heavy reflection that refused to clarify. Elias Thorne sat in his office at the University of Washington, the blinds drawn against the gray afternoon, listening to the rhythmic drumming against the glass. He was a man of letters, of syntax and structure, a scholar...

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