The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

I held the key in my palm, its brass worn smooth by a decade of anxious fingers, before I even saw the face of the man who had handed it to me. The metal was cold, a dead weight against the skin of my hand, and the fog that rolled off the Thames into the street was thick enough to chew. I am Elias Thorne. I am thirty-two years old, a clerk for the magistrate, and I have spent the last three...

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