The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The frost had not yet melted from the churchyard stones, yet the air inside the vestry smelled of damp wool and old paper. Elias Thorne sat hunched over a ledger, his ink-stained fingers trembling slightly as he held the quill. He was not a man given to prayer, but the silence of the parish archive demanded a kind of reverence. Across the small oak table sat Silas Vane, the village blacksmith’s...

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