The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

I dreamt of the watch. It sat on the table, face up. The second hand moved. It was a steady, mechanical tick. I woke. The room was dark. The air smelled of coal dust and damp wool. I knew where it was. I knew who had it. I am Sergeant Elias Thorne. I have served the City Constabulary for twelve years. My back is bad. My hands shake when I am cold. But my memory is good. I remember faces. I...

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