The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended grey veil that turned the world into a sketch of itself, soft-edged and uncertain, while I sat in the study with the smell of damp wool and old paper thick in my throat. I am a man of numbers, of ledgers and balances, of the quiet, rhythmic satisfaction of a debt paid and a column closed, yet here I was, facing a balance that could not be...

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