The Pale Echo
The rain in the valley does not wash things clean; it merely makes the grime slicker, harder to grip. You know this because you have walked the long, muddy path from the village of Oakhaven to the Abbey of St. Jude for three hundred years, or perhaps it is only three days, time being a fluid and unreliable thing in the mist. You are not a man, not anymore. You are a stain on the world, a shadow...
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