The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The rain did not fall so much as it settled, a grey, persistent mist that seeped into the very marrow of the stone walls of the Abbey of St. Jude, turning the damp into a living thing that breathed against our skin. I stood in the center of the refectory, a vast, vaulted cavern of shadow and silence, holding the shattered remnants of the pilgrim’s bone flute in my hands, feeling the cold weight...

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