The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, gray sheet that turned the cobblestones of London into slick, black mirrors reflecting the gaslight and the soot of the chimneys. I sat in my study, the air thick with the smell of stale tobacco and the damp rot of the city outside, waiting for a knock that I knew would come but dreaded all the same. The clock on the mantelpiece ticked with...

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