The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The mud on my boots was the color of old blood, dried and cracked, sticking to the leather with a tenacity that felt personal. I had walked for three days to get here, through the grey heaths and the frozen fields, and now I stood before the door of the manor that had swallowed my brother. The house was a skeleton of stone and slate, looming against the sky like a judgment. I knocked. The sound...

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