The Pale Echo

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2026-08-18 00:12:56 -

The Pale Echo

The mud sucked at Elias’s boots with a wet, greedy sound. He stood in the center of the market square, rain hammering the cobblestones into a slurry of brown and grey. His sword was low. His breath came in short, sharp bursts that misted in the cold air. Across the square, the figure in the black cloak did not move. It did not need to. It simply existed, a void in the shape of a man. Elias knew...

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