The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The air in the Ministry of Internal Security smelled of ozone and stale tea. It was a thick, electric scent that clung to the throat. Inspector Elias Thorne stood before the desk. He did not breathe. His hands hung at his sides, stiff as iron bars. Across the desk sat Lord Alistair Vane. Vane was a man of soft edges and hard eyes. He wore a suit of midnight blue wool. The fabric whispered when...

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