The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The banquet hall smelled of tallow and stale sweat. Elias stood by the window. He watched the rain. It streaked the glass. The city below was a grid of iron and steam. London, 1889. The fog was thick. It pressed against the walls. Inside, the air was warm. Stuffy. There were fifty people in the room. They drank. They ate. They laughed. Elias did not eat. He held the vial. It was cold. The glass...

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