The Pale Echo

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2026-08-20 06:14:30 -

The Pale Echo

The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the cobblestones of the Keep into a slick, black mirror that reflected the towering, gray spires of the Citadel, which stood above us like a jagged tooth against the bruised sky. I stood at the edge of the ramparts, my cloak heavy with water, watching the mist roll in from the valley below, a pale, creeping fog that seemed to swallow the world...

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