The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The rain hit the tin roof like gravel. It was a hard, cold sound. Sergeant Elias Thorne sat in the chair. He did not move. His hands were still. They rested on his knees. He was not old, but his face was. The lines were deep. They ran from his eyes to his jaw. He looked at the door. He did not blink. The door opened. Thomas entered. He was wet. His coat dripped on the floorboards. The water...

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