The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The rain had stopped, but the air in the interrogation room still held the weight of the storm. It was a heavy, wet silence. Detective Elias Thorne sat in the metal chair. It was cold. He rubbed his hands together. They were shaking. Not from the cold. From the adrenaline. Or the fear. He couldn't tell anymore. The room was small. Gray walls. A single window, frosted over by the outside chill....

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