The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The rain lashed against the windowpane of the office on Cheyne Walk, a relentless drumming that seemed to synchronize with the ticking of the brass clock on the mantelpiece, while Elias Thorne sat rigid in his high-backed chair, his hands resting flat on the desk to hide their tremor. Across from him, Mrs. Halloway adjusted her gloves, her posture rigid with a legalistic precision that made the...

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