The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The fog in Millhaven did not simply settle; it inhabited. It was a wet, grey breath that clung to the thatch of the cottages and seeped into the joints of the old stone church, making the world feel small, enclosed, and profoundly old. Elara sat in the corner of the magistrate’s office, her hands folded tightly in her lap, watching the dust motes dance in the single shaft of light that pierced...

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