The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The feast was over. The tallow candles guttered in the iron sconces, throwing long, trembling shadows against the whitewashed walls of the Hall. The smell of roasted venison and stale ale clung to the air, heavy and cloying. Rowan stood by the great oak table, his back to the fire. His hands hung at his sides. They did not tremble. He had practiced stillness for twenty years in the pit, until...

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