The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The hall smelled of roasting lamb and old wool. It was a smell that clung to the tongue. The air was thick. Candlelight flickered against the high stone walls. Shadows danced. They were quick. They were cruel. Miles stood by the hearth. He watched the flames. They ate the wood. They turned it to ash. He held the object in his hand. It was small. It was white. It was bone. The bone was a tooth....

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