The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The thumb of Elias Thorne pressed hard against the hairline fracture in the white porcelain, a jagged line running from the bird’s beak to its tail, and he felt the cold seep into the bone of his hand as the rural station clock struck the hour with a hollow, metallic toll that seemed to echo from the depths of the earth rather than the tower. He was forty-two years old, a man who had once held...

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