The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The leather was cold against Arthur Vane’s neck, a weight he had carried for ten years since the funeral. He adjusted the collar, the frayed edges biting into his skin, as he stepped over the threshold of the Vane estate. The year was 1912, and the house smelled of damp rot and stale coal smoke. Arthur was thirty, an inspector with a reputation for patience, but his hands trembled as he reached...

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