The Pale Echo
The rain fell like a verdict. Silas walked. The cobblestones were slick. They gleamed. The city was grey. It was old. It was wet. The lamps flickered. They were gas. Or perhaps something else. The light was pale. It was sick. It did not warm. It only revealed. He carried a case. It was leather. It was black. It was heavy. Inside was a mirror. No. It was not a mirror. It was a lens. It was a...
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