The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The fog rolled in from the river, thick and grey, swallowing the stone walls of the Abbey until only the black mouth of the entrance remained visible, a void that seemed to breathe with the rhythm of the tide. I sat in the corner of the refectory, the wood of the bench cold and damp against my back, watching the candlelight flicker and die on the rough-hewn table before me, while outside the...

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