The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The rain did not fall so much as it seeped, a persistent, gray mist that clung to the cobblestones of the Old Quarter and soaked into the bones of the city. Elias Thorne stood at the window of his study, a room that smelled of damp wool and old paper, watching the streetlights flicker through the gloom. He was a man who had spent twenty years chasing shadows, a detective for the Municipal...

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