The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The gas lamps in Blackwood did not just burn; they breathed, a rhythmic expansion of flame that seemed to pull the air from the lungs of anyone standing beneath them. I am Elias Thorne, twenty-two years old, and I have spent the last three nights staring at the floor of the crime scene on Slaughter Street, where Arthur Penhaligon lay dead with no shadow attached to his feet. The police call it...

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