The Pale Echo
Chapter One The road out of Tregaron was a scar of white chalk against the brown earth, where the tin mines had bled out decades ago. The lighthouse keeper, a man named Halloway, stood at the gate, his government coat hanging loose on his frame, watching the last gas station in the county close its shutters. I was thirty-two, and I was standing in the mud, holding a ledger that smelled of damp...
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