The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The chisel in your hand is a thing of cold, dead iron, and you are holding it over the silver blank as if it were a sleeping child, your breath fogging in the air that tastes of copper and old blood. It is 1912, and the workshop in the basement of the Thorne building is a wreck, the glass from the display case shattered into a thousand glittering teeth that crunch under your boots, but the...

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