The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The train did not so much arrive as it seeped into the station, a long, metallic exhale of steam that turned the gray morning into a wet, breathing fog, and Arthur Penhaligon stood there with his case, feeling the weight of it not in his hands but in the hollows of his chest, where the silence had been growing for three days. He was a man of letters, a scholar of the obscure and the dead, and...

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