The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The rain fell on the cobblestones of Oakhaven like a fine, grey dust. It did not stop. It simply persisted, a constant, wet breath against the cold stone. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the bridge. He was a large man, broad in the shoulders, with hands that had known the weight of a sword and the cold bite of steel. But here, in the quiet town, his hands were empty. They hung at his sides,...

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