The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The rain had been falling since before dawn, a steady, grey curtain that turned the cobblestones of the old quarter into a slick, reflective mirror where the gas lamps stuttered and died in the damp. Margaret Holloway pulled her collar tight against the chill, her fingers white-knuckled around the strap of her leather satchel, which held nothing but a worn copy of a ledger and a single,...

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