The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The mist did not merely cover the village of Oakhaven; it inhabited it, a thick, wet wool drawn tight around the throat of the world, erasing the horizon and softening the sharp edges of the cobblestones into a blur of grey and indigo. Thomas Bradshaw walked through this damp erasure, his boots striking the wet stone with a rhythmic, muffled thud that seemed to be swallowed before it could...

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