The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The rain fell in a slanting, grey curtain, obscuring the sharp edges of the city’s spires and turning the cobblestones into a mirror for the weeping sky. Inside the study, the air was thick with the scent of wet wool and old paper, a perfume of stagnation that clung to the skin. Elias Thorne sat at his desk, his fingers trembling as they traced the chipped rim of the silver inkwell. It was a...

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