The Pale Echo
The train hissed into Oakhaven, a beast of iron and soot that shuddered to a halt with a groan of metal. Elias Vane stepped onto the platform, his coat damp with the November rain, and felt the familiar weight of the town pressing against his chest. He was thirty years old, and he had come to find his wife, Clara, who had vanished three years prior. The police had stopped searching, but they...
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