The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The ledger was cold in my hands, colder than the stone floor beneath my boots, and Captain Halloway was shouting so hard his face had turned a violent shade of purple. I stood in the center of the archive, surrounded by the smell of old paper and dust, and tried to keep my grip on the book, but my fingers were slipping, wet with a sweat that felt like oil. Halloway grabbed my arm, his grip...

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