The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The morning the stationmaster finally released him from his post, Elias Thorne did not look back at the engine shed. He walked past the steam that curled like ghostly fingers against the iron rails, past the smell of coal dust and rust that had seeped into his very pores, and out into the gray, indifferent light of the industrial dawn. He was a man of precise measurements and calibrated...

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