The Pale Echo
Chapter One Bernadette Boudreaux held the steel table edge until her knuckles turned the color of the fog pressing against the precinct’s windowless walls. The suspect, a man named Deslauriers, thrashed against the restraints, his head snapping side to side as if tracking a sound only he could hear. He was shouting about a voice, a low hum that came from the drain beneath the sink, a sound that...
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