The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The fog that rolled off the River Trent at dawn was not merely a meteorological phenomenon but a physical presence, a heavy, wet blanket that smothered the cobblestones of Ashwick and clung to the skin of anyone foolish enough to venture out before the sun had the strength to burn it away. Thomas Bradshaw stood on the bridge, his boots squelching in the damp, watching the grey water churn...

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