The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The rain did not fall; it descended, a heavy, grey curtain that erased the horizon of the valley. It was a damp, suffocating mist that clung to the wool of one’s coat and seeped into the marrow, a physical weight that made the air taste of iron and rot. In the village of Oakhaven, where the cobblestones were slick with algae and the stone walls wept with condensation, a boy named Arthur stood...

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