The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The boy was screaming, but the sound was wrong, stripped of its human quality, as if the air itself were being torn from his lungs by an invisible hand. Elias Thorne held the lad’s wrist, his fingers digging into the pulse point with a force that bordered on violence, trying to find the rhythm beneath the chaos, but the heart was a frantic, broken drum, beating in a pattern that no textbook on...

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