The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The ledger showed forty-two hours remaining. I counted them on my fingers, the joints swollen and stiff, a clockwork mechanism winding down in the back of my skull. I had left my London office at dawn, the smell of damp wool and stale tobacco clinging to my coat, to cross the moor for a man who had not spoken to me in twelve years. The task was simple on paper: find Arthur Vane, my mentor, who...

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