The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The rain did not fall; it hovered, a suspended gray mist that clung to the skin of the city like a second, wetter coat. Elias Vane stood at the edge of the precinct’s interrogation room, his hands pressed flat against the cold metal of the doorframe, watching the man inside. The man was young, barely older than Elias, with the kind of hollowed-out face that suggested he had not slept in days,...

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