The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The mist clung to the stone floor of the Hall of Whispers. It was a thick, damp thing, smelling of wet wool and old blood. Elias did not like the smell. He hated the way it soaked into his clothes, a cold weight against his skin. He stood by the pillar. His hands were trembling. Not from fear. From cold. Or perhaps from the effort of holding himself together. The court was silent. The King sat...

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