The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a gray, suffocating veil that pressed against the high, arched windows of the Keep, blurring the world outside into a watercolor of mud and stone, while inside, the air was thick with the scent of wet wool, old parchment, and the metallic tang of fear that had settled deep into the marrow of everyone who stood in the great hall, watching the man who had...

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