The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The brass key was cold in Elias’s palm. It was a small, heavy thing, tarnished by decades of handling. He turned it over, tracing the intricate bit. It fit the lock of the old iron gate in the Millbrook district. A place that should have been sealed for twenty years. "Stop touching it," said Sarah. She stood by the window of the small, drafty office. Her face was pale, drawn tight with a fear...

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