The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

Thorne. The name was not a call. It was a command, dragged up from the rusted throat of the ventilation shaft by the Chief Justice’s voice. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the Ironworks Palace, his boots sinking into the mud that smelled of sulfur and wet iron. The year was 1904, and the air in the valley was thick with the smoke of a thousand furnaces. He had come to audit the death of a...

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