The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The iron bit of my sword had just pierced the wet wool of his tunic, the blood hot and shocking against the steel, when I looked up and saw not the face of the rebel, but the hollow, weary eyes of a man who had been weeping for a decade, a man whose soul was so thoroughly crushed by the weight of the castle’s silence that he had become a ghost before he died, and in that instant the noise of...

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