The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The rain on the slate roof of the inn was a rhythmic, hollow drumming, a sound that seemed to beat directly against the base of your skull. You sat in the corner of the common room, your back pressed hard against the stone wall, the damp cold seeping through your threadbare coat. In your lap, wrapped in a rag, lay the object of your investigation. It was a loaf of bread, black as coal, dense...

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