The Pale Echo

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2026-08-20 02:47:11 -

The Pale Echo

The rain had not stopped for three days. It fell on the cobblestones of Oakhaven, a town that smelled of wet wool and old iron. Thomas Ashworth walked the streets with his head low. He was a man of few words and fewer friends. His coat was brown and damp. The water soaked into the fabric. He did not care. He walked past the bakery. The windows were dark. He walked past the church. The bell was...

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