The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The rain did not fall in the city of Oakhaven. It seeped. It rose from the cobblestones like a sickness, a grey mist that clung to the wool coats and settled in the lungs. Thomas Bradshaw stood at the window of his small, damp office, watching the fog swallow the spires of the cathedral. He was a man of few words and fewer hopes. He worked for the Guild of Weights and Measures, a minor clerk in...

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