The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The mud is thick. It chews at your boots. You are bleeding from the lip. The taste is copper and old iron. Your hand grips the hilt of your sword. The steel is cold against your palm. Around you, the hall is chaos. Shouts rise like smoke. The torches flicker, casting long, distorted shadows on the stone walls. You are Captain Elias Thorne. You are the King’s Shield. Or so you think. "Thorne!"...

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