The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The coat was heavy, woolen, and the color of a bruise that had not yet faded. It hung on the back of a chair in the small, damp office, a silhouette against the grey afternoon light filtering through the rain-streaked window. Elias Thorne did not look at it. He was packing a bag, his movements precise and mechanical, the way one packs for a funeral where the body has already been claimed. He...

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