The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The ink is black. The candle is low. You are not alone. The room is stone. The air is cold. You hold the quill. Your hand shakes. Not from fear. From cold. Or from hunger. It is hard to tell the difference here. In the deep places, the body forgets its own signals. You are a Scribe. A low Scribe. You work for the Order. The Order of the White Gate. They believe in balance. They believe in the...

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