The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a fine, grey mist that clung to the stone walls of the Keep like a shroud that refused to be removed. Inside the watchtower, the air was thick with the scent of damp wool, old parchment, and the metallic tang of fear that had settled into the very mortar of the building. Thomas Bradshaw sat at the heavy oak table, his hands resting on the cold...

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