The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The iron lungs of the factory breathed a thick, rust-colored fog into the town of Oakhaven, a shroud that settled upon the cobblestones and crept into the marrow of every bone within its reach. It was the year 1912, and the air tasted of coal dust and old copper. Inside the precinct, a space no larger than a butcher’s stall, Inspector Thomas Bradshaw stood before a mirror that had long since...

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