The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended grey mist that clung to the wet wool of Elias Thorne’s coat, soaking into the fabric until it felt less like clothing and more like a second skin, cold and heavy and indistinguishable from the flesh beneath. He stood at the edge of the moor, where the path dissolved into the churning black mud of the heather, and he held his hands...

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