The Pale Echo
The horse shivered beneath you. It was a fine beast, but the cold had seeped through the saddle and into your bones. You were traveling north, toward the capital, where the King held his court. The road was a ribbon of mud and gravel, slick with recent rain. You had walked for three days. Now you sat still, letting the animal breathe. Your hands were the problem. They shook. Not from fear,...
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