The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The rain lashed against the high, narrow windows of the St. Jude Precinct, a relentless drumming that seemed to vibrate through the thick stone walls and into the bones of the building itself. Sergeant Elias Thorne sat alone in his office, the only light coming from a single desk lamp that cast long, jagged shadows across the cluttered surface. He was forty years old, a man whose face had been...

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