The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The ledger in Elias Thorne’s pocket weighed three ounces, a small, dense gravity that pulled at his hip as he stepped off the train into the grey throat of Oakhaven. It was 1893, and the city smelled of wet iron and rotting dockside timber, a scent that clung to the wool of his coat like a second skin. He had counted the hours on the journey, forty-eight of them, each one marked by the rhythmic...

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