The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The name hit the air like a dropped plate, sharp and final. “Elias. You’re late.” Mr. Vance did not look up from his steak, the knife resting on the porcelain with the precision of a scalpel. The dining room was a cathedral of excess, the chandelier heavy with crystal that caught the gaslight and fractured it into a thousand cold stars. I stood in the doorway, my coat still damp from the...

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