The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The silver locket hung from a tarnished chain, cold and heavy in Elias Thorne’s palm. The metal was smooth, worn by years of thumbs rubbing against it, but the glass face was spiderwebbed with cracks that caught the dim light of the alley. Elias stood in the rain, the water running off his cap and into his collar, making the wool of his uniform feel like a wet rag against his neck. He was...

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