The Pale Echo
The brass bell above the door of the Ashworth Detective Agency did not ring so much as it sighed, a long, reedy exhalation that seemed to carry the weight of the London fog straight into the room, settling on the dust motes dancing in the pale morning light that filtered through the grimy glass panes. I stood at the far end of the room, behind the heavy oak desk where the maps of the city were...
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