The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The rain had been falling for six hours, a steady, grey curtain that turned the stone floor of the library into a slick, black mirror. Elias Thorne counted the drops as they struck the broken panes of the window, a rhythmic tapping that matched the heavy, slow beat of his own pulse. He was fifty-two years old, and his hands, usually steady enough to handle centuries-old vellum, trembled...

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