The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The rain fell upon the cobblestones of the lower district with a persistent, rhythmic hiss, a sound that had become indistinguishable from the thrumming in the veins of Sergeant Elias Thorne. He stood at the threshold of the abandoned textile mill, his heavy wool coat soaked through to the skin, the fabric clinging to his chest like a second, suffocating skin. The air smelled of wet rot and...

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