The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The rain had not stopped for three days, a steady, gray veil that turned the cobblestones of the lower quarter into slick mirrors reflecting the pale, bruised sky. I stood in the corridor of the Keep, the air thick with the scent of wet wool and old stone, listening to the distant, rhythmic pounding of the miller’s wheel outside. I was the Warden of the Gate, a title that had once carried the...

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