The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

You stand in the hall. The air is thick. It tastes of iron and old stone. You are a man of the Watch. You wear the heavy wool. It chafes your neck. You feel the weight of the sword at your hip. It is a dead weight. It is a promise. You are here to keep the peace. Or so they say. The walls are high. They are cold. They do not breathe. You are inside the cage. You are the bird. The feast is over....

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