The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The rain fell in sheets, turning the cobblestones of the Fleet Street into a slick, black mirror that reflected the gaslight in jagged, trembling shards. Elias Thorne stood under the awning of the tanner’s shop, his coat soaked through to the skin, watching the young scribe, Julian, struggle against the grip of two constables. The boy’s eyes were wide, not with fear of the gallows, but with a...

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