The Pale Echo

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2026-08-19 11:08:20 -

The Pale Echo

The rain fell like a curse. Elias knelt in the mud. His knees bled. The blood mixed with the dark earth. It was the color of old wine. He gripped the hilt of his sword. His hands shook. The cold bit into his bones. He was far from home. He was far from God. The castle loomed above him. Black stone. White windows. It looked like a skull. The wind howled through the turrets. It sounded like a...

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