The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The rain in the Valley of Ash had a taste of iron and old blood, a metallic tang that coated the tongue and made the teeth ache. It was not the clean, cold rain of the northern hills, but a heavy, suffocating drizzle that turned the mud into a sucking trap for boots and hooves alike. Elias Thorne walked with his head down, his cloak heavy with water, the parchment case strapped across his chest...

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