The Pale Echo

added blog Literature

2026-08-19 12:51:03 -

The Pale Echo

The hall smelled of roasting pork and wet wool. Candles guttered in the draft, casting long, trembling shadows against the stone walls. It was the Feast of St. Nicholas. The year was 1342. I was the King’s Man. I wore a cloak of grey wool. It was heavy. It smelled of horse and fear. My name is Elias. I have looked into many eyes. I have seen the soul leave the body. I know the weight of a...

0 Comments 0 Shares 1 Views 0 Reviews