The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The door closes behind you. The sound is final. A heavy oak thud that seals the air in the hallway. You stand in the foyer of the Whitmore estate. It is silent. The dust motes dance in the shafts of pale afternoon light. You adjust your tie. Your hands are steady. They must be. You are the investigator. You are the eye that sees what the institution cannot. They called you at dawn. The voice on...

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