The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The bell tower fell at dawn. It did not crumble so much as sigh, a long, bone-deep exhalation that shook the dust from the rafters of the keep. Stone met stone. Stone met earth. The sound was not loud. It was heavy. It was the sound of a world ending. Seraphina stood in the courtyard. She did not run. She could not. Her boots were caked in the red clay of the hillside, the same clay that now...

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