The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

Bronwen Hopkin stood at the edge of the valley where the coal dust settled like grey snow on the slate roofs, the air tasting of sulfur and wet wool. He was thirty-two years old, a disgraced constable with a hollow feeling in his chest that had nothing to do with the cold, and he was looking for his brother. The industrial estate of Tŷ Gwyn sprawled below him, a labyrinth of brick and iron...

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