The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

Thorne. The word was spat across the precinct floor, sharp and gravelly, by the constable who was dragging the body of Inspector Halloway out of the alley behind the gasworks. You stood in the doorway, your coat damp from the November sleet, and watched as they hauled the heavy form over the cobblestones. Halloway’s face was a ruin of grey bruises, but it was his hand that stopped you. He was...

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