The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The bell rang at noon. It was a sharp, metallic cry that cut through the thick fog hanging over the village of Oakhaven. You stood in the doorway of your shop, the heavy oak door creaking on its iron hinges. The air smelled of wet stone and old blood. You held a silver hammer in your right hand. Your left hand rested on the counter, stained with ink and wood shavings. You are the maker of...

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