The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The fog did not roll in so much as it settled, a heavy, grey wool that suffocated the cobblestones of Holloway Lane and pressed against the glass of Elias Thorne’s workshop. Inside, the air tasted of ozone, old paper, and the sharp, metallic tang of mercury. Elias sat at his desk, a man whose age was difficult to pin down, caught somewhere between the rigid structure of the Victorian era and...

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