The Pale Echo
The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, gray curtain that turned the cobblestones of Oakhaven into a slick, reflective mirror of the low-hanging clouds. Detective Elias Thorne stood in the doorway of the precinct, watching the water drip from the brim of his hat, his mind churning with the same heavy, wet sludge that coated the town’s streets. He was a man who had worn many...
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