The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The ink on my left hand is no longer ink, but a grey, chalky powder that flakes away when I rub it against my sleeve. It has been three weeks since the stone began to creep up from my fingertips, a slow calcification that turns my skin to marble and my nerves to dead wire. I am Elias Thorne, Detective of the Mill District, and I am writing this to my father, who lies in his bed in the town’s...

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