The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The iron gate groans behind you, a sound like a bone snapping in the cold, sealing you within the walls of the priory where the air tastes of damp stone and old prayers. You are not a monk, nor a nun, though your habits are of rough, undyed wool that chafes against your skin in the perpetual chill of the cellar. You are merely the archivist, the keeper of the silent things, and you have come...

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