The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The frost on the windowpane was not merely cold; it was a map of fractures, a crystalline web that spiderwebbed across the glass of the High Chamber. You watched it form, breath by breath, as the air in the room grew thick with the scent of damp stone and old parchment. It was a Tuesday, or perhaps a Wednesday; time had lost its rigid geometry here in the Citadel of St. Jude, existing only in...

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