The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The rain in Harrow’s Hollow did not fall so much as it hung, a grey, suspended veil that turned the cobblestones into mirrors of the sky. Elias Thorne, the town’s most diligent and unassuming clerk, walked beneath it with the steady, metronomic pace of a man who had long since stopped expecting the world to surprise him. He carried a satchel of damp ledgers against his chest, his breath pluming...

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