The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The ink had dried on the ledger for three days before Elias Vane noticed the anomaly. It was a Tuesday, the kind of grey, wet afternoon that settled over Millhaven like a damp wool blanket, stifling the air and the people within it. Elias sat in his small office, the air thick with the scent of old paper and stale tobacco, his fingers tracing the line of accounts. He was a man who believed in...

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