The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

"You're bleeding on the floor again, Inspector." I wiped the carriage seat with a rag that had already absorbed more rust than fabric should hold. Hale coughed, a wet, tearing sound that seemed to originate from the back of his throat and spill out into the cold air of the carriage. We were leaving Vellum, the industrial town of my youth, where the smoke from the mills had once choked the sky...

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