The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the cobblestones of the old town into a slick, black mirror that reflected the gaslight and the anxious faces of the crowd gathered outside the Guild Hall. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of roasted chestnuts, spilled wine, and the heavy, cloying perfume of the matriarch’s lilies. It was a celebration of the harvest, a feast meant to...

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