The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The fog did not roll into the village of Oakhaven so much as it seeped up from the mud, a thick, grey wool that smothered the cobblestones and swallowed the lower branches of the ancient oaks until only their gnarled, skeletal crowns remained visible against the dim, pewter sky. It was a season of waiting, a time when the air felt heavy with the scent of wet stone and decaying leaves, and the...

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