The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The rain had stopped an hour ago, but the mud still sucked at their boots. Caleb stood in the center of the clearing. His chest heaved. The air tasted of iron and wet pine. Around him, the forest was not quite a forest. It was a memory of one, stripped of color, rendered in shades of grey and bone. This was the Gray. The place where the system sent its broken tools to be broken further. He was...

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