The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The wind did not howl in the valley of the Glass Weavers; it hummed, a low, vibrating thrum that traveled through the soles of one’s boots and up into the teeth, a sound like a cello string plucked by a ghost in a room where no one else was present. Silas stood at the edge of the precipice, his fingers wrapped tightly around the hilt of a tool that was not a sword, nor a pick, but a tuning fork...

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