The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The iron gate groaned as it swung shut behind us. It was a sound like a bone breaking. I stood in the courtyard of the High Keep, the air cold and thin. It smelled of wet stone and old blood. My hands were shaking. I could not stop them. I looked at Sir Alistair. He did not look at me. He looked at the sky. The sky was gray. It was the color of the ash we had burned in the fields last winter....

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