The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The dream always began with the smell of ozone and wet slate, a scent that haunted the peripheral vision of Silas Thorne long after he had woken in the cramped, drafty quarters of the Magistrate’s office in the industrial town of Harrowgate. In the dream, he was not the weary constable he had become in his fifty-third year, nor the man whose joints ached with the persistent, grinding protest of...

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