The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

Thorne, you are a fool, and the Duke’s men are at the gate. The voice belonged to Silas, who stood in the doorway of the workshop, his face smeared with grease and something darker, his eyes wide and wet in the dim light of the November afternoon. Elias Thorne did not look up from the bench where he had been hunched over the exposed guts of the Grand Meridian Clock, his fingers stained black...

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