The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The rain had stopped, but the air in Harrowgate still tasted of wet iron and old leaves. Elias Thorne sat in his office, the one that smelled permanently of stale coffee and damp wool. It was a small room on the second floor of the municipal building, a place where time seemed to pool rather than flow. He looked at the man standing before his desk. The stranger wore a grey coat, unbuttoned. His...

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