The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The train moved through the fog. It was a heavy, white mist. It swallowed the tracks. It swallowed the world. I sat in the corner. My hands were folded. They were still. I was a Lieutenant in the Royal Constabulary. Or so the papers said. Or so the men who walked behind me said. My name was Arthur Vane. I had been a detective for ten years. I knew the smell of wet wool. I knew the taste of...

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