The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a gray curtain that blurred the line between the cobblestones and the air. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood in the center of the precinct’s central hall, his uniform damp and heavy, the water dripping from the brim of his hat onto the polished floor. He wanted the truth, a simple thing, but the Chief sat behind a desk of dark oak, his face a mask of...

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