The Pale Echo
Vane. The name hangs in the air, sharp and cold, before the sound of the door opening. You are Silas Vane. Forty-two years old. A constable in the service of Blackwood Manor, a title that means little to the world outside the fog but everything to the stone within. You want your name cleared. For three years, the stain of your brother Elias’s murder has sat on your shoulders like a wet wool...
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