The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The rain hammered the asphalt of Millhaven. It was a cold, gray rain, the kind that soaked into the bones and turned the world into a blur of wet slate and dark pine. Elias Thorne walked with a limp. His left leg dragged. The pain was a constant, dull throb, a reminder of the shrapnel that had lived in his thigh for six years. He was a big man. Broad shoulders. A face carved from stone and...

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