The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The mud on Colonel Elias Thorne’s coat was not merely wet; it was a second skin, heavy and suffocating, pressing against his ribs with every labored breath. He had been running for what felt like hours, though the clock in the central hall had only struck the hour twice. His lungs burned with the acrid taste of iron and old stone, a flavor that had defined his existence for the last three...

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