The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The hall smelled of roasted lamb and old stone, a thick, cloying scent that seemed to settle in the throat like a physical weight, while the air above the high table shimmered with the heat of a hundred tallow candles that burned with a pale, unwavering light which did not flicker but rather pulsed, a slow and rhythmic throb that matched the heartbeat of the feast itself, the feast that was...

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