The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The blade of my sword was still warm with the blood of a man whose name I had forgotten, a name that had slipped away into the mist of the alleyway like smoke from a dying candle, and I stood there in the cobbled throat of the city, gasping not for air but for the silence that used to exist before the bells began to toll the hour of our collective damnation, the sound of which seemed to vibrate...

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