The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The rain did not fall; it hung, a gray curtain between the windows and the street. Inside the office, the air smelled of stale tobacco and old paper. Margaret Holloway sat behind the desk, her hands resting on a leather-bound case. She looked at the clock. It was ticking. The second hand moved with a violent, rhythmic precision. Tick. Tick. Tick. She had been waiting for three hours. The case...

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