The Pale Echo
Chapter One Was it possible to remember a hand that had not been held in thirty years? Lachlan Fraser woke with the sensation of cold skin against his own, a phantom pressure that faded as he sat up in the narrow bed of the staff quarters, the smell of damp wool and old dust filling his nostrils before he even opened his eyes. He was fifty-two, the last dairy tester in a district that had...
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