The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The banquet hall in the Old Quarter was thick with smoke and the scent of roasted lamb. Candlelight trembled on the high ceiling, casting long, wavering shadows that seemed to breathe. Elias Thorne sat at the edge of the long oak table, his posture rigid, his hands resting flat on the wood. He was a man carved from stone and silence, a former enforcer for the city’s private security guild. His...

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