The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The ledger was three inches thick, bound in cracked leather that smelled of wet dog and old iron, and Elias Thorne counted the pages before he touched them, his fingers tracing the worn spine as if checking for a pulse, because he needed to know exactly how much weight the truth would have before he tried to lift it. He had driven four hours in the rain to get to Blackwood Manor, the wipers...

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