The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The ink on the ledger was dry, but the smudge was fresh, a black bruise against the cream paper that marred the neat columns of patient intake. I sat at my desk in the Blackwood Asylum archive, the dust motes dancing in the shafts of afternoon light that cut through the high windows, and felt the cold weight of suspicion settle in my stomach. Elias Thorne had vanished three days prior, leaving...

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