The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The mortar was wet with blood and the sound of the siege was not a roar but a grinding, tectonic friction that vibrated through the bones of the cathedral’s floor, a low-frequency hum that seemed to originate not from the battering rams outside but from the marrow of my own skull. I stood in the apse, where the stained glass painted the air in hues of crushed garnet and cold sapphire, and I...

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