The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The banquet hall smelled of roasted pork and wet wool. It was a grand affair. The kind of thing that made the air heavy. Officers drank from silver cups. They laughed too loud. Thomas stood by the window. He watched the rain. It fell in sheets against the glass. He was a detective. Not a policeman. A detective. He wore a long coat. It was brown. It was thin. Inside the room, the heat was...

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