The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The fog did not roll in so much as it grew, a slow, viscous exhalation from the river that had settled over the city for three days, swallowing the cobblestones and the spires of St. Jude’s, blurring the line between the solid world and the wet, gray air until everything felt like a memory of a thing rather than the thing itself. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the nave, his back to the...

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