The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The siren cut through the silence of the valley like a scalpel through skin. It was a flat, high-pitched shriek, devoid of mercy. Inside the municipal precinct, the air conditioning hummed a low, mechanical drone that did nothing to cool the sweat beading on Elias Thorne’s upper lip. He stood by the window, watching the red and blue lights strobe against the wet pavement. The rain had started...

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