The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The rain had been falling for three days, a persistent, gray weeping that turned the cobblestones of the old quarter into slick, black mirrors reflecting the dim, gaslight-glow of the streetlamps, and it was in the center of this damp, echoing silence that Elias Thorne stood before the heavy oak door of the Bureau of Natural Anomalies, his fingers wrapped tightly around the cold iron handle,...

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