The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The blood was hot, a shocking, visceral red against the grey stone of the alley, and Elias Thorne did not feel pain, only a terrible, humming clarity, as he dragged the heavy, rusted iron gate shut behind him with a groan that sounded less like metal and more like a dying breath. He was not running away; he was running toward the only thing that had ever kept him from dissolving into the mist...

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