The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The first sign of the unraveling was not a sound, but a silence that fell over the Great Hall like a heavy, wet snow. I stood at the foot of the dais, my hands trembling not from the chill that seeped through the stone floor, but from the terrible, sudden weight of my own memory. The King sat above, his face a mask of carved patience, but his eyes were hollow pits of something far older than...

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