The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The question hung in the damp air of the staff canteen, asked by no one but answered by the clatter of the cash tills in the empty arcade outside, a sound like coins dropping into a grave. Maaike Willems, thirty-two and disgraced, sat before a second freezer that was only half-full, the cold air leaking out to fog the windows of the Whitmore Institute, a place that smelled of wet wool and old...

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