The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

You arrive by train. The air in the station is stale, thick with the scent of wet wool and diesel. You carry a single bag. It is heavy. Not with weight, but with intent. You are a guest. Or so they say. A consultant. A savior. They do not use the word spy. They do not use the word thief. They use the word expert. You wear a coat of grey wool. It cuts close. You look at your hands. They are...

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