The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The wool coat was heavy, not with the weight of the fabric, but with the dampness of the moor. Elias had worn it for three days, the collar stiff with salt air and the memory of his brother’s breath. It was a good coat, tailored in London before the war, a thing of quiet dignity that now smelled of wet stone and old blood. He walked along the track that cut through the heath, the industrial fog...

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