The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The cellar smelled of damp stone and yeast. It was a cold, sharp scent that clung to the back of Elias Thorne’s throat. He stood before the oak table, his hands trembling slightly as he adjusted the stopper on the glass vessel. The liquid inside was a pale, cloudy gold, swirling lazily in the dim light of the single hanging bulb. "Too thick," he said. His voice was dry, scraping against the...

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