The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

You wake with a tongue of ash. The dream is gone. The city remains. Rain slicks the cobblestones. It is the old city. Stone and soot. The bells toll. You stand in the alley. Your name is Silas. You are a mender. A mender of things that breathe. Not the dead. The living. You pull the spirit from the body when it knots. You smooth the soul back into the flesh. It is a trade. It is a curse. The...

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