The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The soup had cooled in the iron bowl, its surface skinning over with a film of pale fat that shimmered in the dim light of the watch house. I stirred it with a wooden spoon, the sound a dull, rhythmic scrape against the metal, a heartbeat for the empty room. Outside, the rain lashed the cobblestones of the square, turning the world into a grey smear of mud and mist. In this town of Alderbury,...

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