The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The autumn rain in Harrowgate did not wash the city clean; it merely made the soot stick to the cobblestones, turning the streets into a slurry of grey and black that mirrored the mood of the municipal offices. Arthur Vane, a man of thirty-four whose hands were perpetually stained with oil and whose spine had begun to curve under the weight of his trade, sat in his workshop on the second floor...

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