The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The rain hit the mud with a rhythmic, heavy slap. It was cold. Not the crisp cold of winter, but the wet, clinging chill of October. It seeped into the bones. It seeped into the mind. Captain Elias Thorne walked the ridge. He walked alone. The path was narrow. It was slick with silt. Behind him, the valley lay still. Fog rolled in from the east. It swallowed the trees. It swallowed the road. It...

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