The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

You are the inquisitor of the mist. This is not a title of honor, but of burden, worn like a stone around the throat. You stand at the edge of the black water, the reeds snapping against your shins, the air thick with the scent of rotting lilies and iron. It is the hour before dawn, that grey limbo where the world forgets its own shape. You have been searching for three days. Three days since...

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