The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The chandeliers in the Ministry’s grand hall were heavy with dust and chandelier crystals, casting a fractured light over the silk suits of the senior auditors. I stood by the punch bowl, a glass of sherry sweating in my hand, watching Director Halloway move through the crowd with the easy grace of a man who had never been told no. It was 1924, and the air smelled of expensive perfume and stale...

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