The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The ink was dry. That was the first thing I noticed. The seal on the parchment was cracked, a spiderweb of red wax across the pale vellum. I held it in my hands, the weight of it surprising. It was not heavy, not like a stone, but it had a density that seemed to pull at the air around it. I am Thomas. I do not remember my father. He died before I was born, they say, or perhaps he simply...

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