The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The ice cracked. A thin, white line. It spread. Slowly. Like a vein in a dead hand. I watched it. I am a Keeper of the Gate. My name is Elias Thorne. The court is cold. Stone and steel. High above the frozen lake. The Emperor sits. He is old. His eyes are glass. I stand before him. My armor is heavy. The metal bites my shoulders. My daughter is here. She is small. Her hair is gold. Like straw....

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