The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The morning light in the valley of Aethelgard did not so much break through the mist as it was slowly digested by it, a thick, creamy suspension that clung to the thatched roofs of the village and settled in the hollows of our cheeks with the weight of a forgotten debt. I stood at the edge of the ancient stone quarry, a place where the earth had been gouged open centuries ago and left to bleed...

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