The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The rain fell like a static hiss, a white noise that drowned the city in a shroud of grey. Inspector Elias Thorne stood in the center of the room, his hand resting on the cold, rough-hewn oak of the desk. It was a relic, a heavy thing from another age, its grain worn smooth by decades of friction, by the weight of papers and the pressure of fingers. The wood felt alive beneath his palm, a pulse...

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