The Pale Echo
The steam from the Varnham junction station clung to my wool coat, a damp and suffocating shroud that smelled of coal dust and old iron, as I stepped onto the platform with the heavy, rhythmic thud of a heart that was no longer reliable. I am Elias Thorne, Senior Inspector for the Ministry of Internal Affairs, and I have come to this fog-choked industrial city not merely to solve a...
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