The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The train cut through the mist like a needle through grey silk. I sat in the back car, alone. The rhythm of the rails was a steady, mechanical heartbeat. I checked my watch. It was 4:12 AM. The station ahead was Ashworth. I was not supposed to be there. I was supposed to be in London. I was supposed to be in my office. I was supposed to be dead. My name is Elias Thorne. I have worked for the...

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