The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The water table was high. That was the first thing I told myself when I stepped off the bus, the mud sucking at my boots. It was a wet, gray Tuesday in late November, the kind of day that settles into your lungs and stays there. I was here for the house. Specifically, for the basement. My name is Elias Thorne. I have a degree in structural engineering, though no one in this town knows that. I...

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