The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

We sat in the small, windowless room at the end of the corridor, the air thick with the scent of stale tobacco and the metallic tang of old fear, and I watched the way the candlelight caught the edge of my left hand, that hand which had done so much, that hand which was now the only thing in this entire kingdom that truly belonged to me, a heavy, swollen thing of bone and sinew that I kept...

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