The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The sky above the valley did not break so much as it dissolved, turning into a bruised and weeping parchment that bled a cold, pale rain onto the shoulders of those who remained. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the cliff, his fingers digging into the wet, slick earth, watching the horizon where the world should have ended but instead merely faded into a grey, infinite mist. He had come here...

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