The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The rain had stopped. The silence in the chapel was heavy. It pressed against the stone walls. It pressed against the floor. It pressed against Elias’s chest. He stood in the nave. His hands were trembling. He clutched a small, leather-bound notebook. The pages were worn. The ink was faded. He was the investigator. He had been for three years. Three years since the accident. Three years since...

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