The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The pen trembled in my hand, not from the cold, which was a physical thing that settled in the joints of the knuckles and the hollows of the eye sockets, but from the weight of the silence that had followed Mr. Hale out of the office, a silence so thick it seemed to have texture, like wet wool pressed against the skin. I am Arthur Vane, junior clerk at Blackwood Mill, and I have spent the last...

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