The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The glass was cold against Elias Thorne’s temple, a sharp, brittle pressure that woke him before the alarm did. He sat up in the dark, his heart hammering against his ribs, and looked at his hands. They were his own, flesh and bone, the knuckles swollen from years of gripping steering wheels and filing pens, but for a second, the light from the streetlamp outside had turned them into something...

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