The Pale Echo
Chapter One "You’re late," the voice said, thin and brittle as dried bark. Liv Hagen stood in the doorway of the hurricane shelter, the rain from the fjord hissing against the concrete walls. He was the last sexton of the parish, a title that had lost its meaning when the church was sold to a developer three years prior, leaving him with nothing but the keys and the guilt of a man who had kept...
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