The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The rain fell like gray ash on the cobblestones of Vellum. It was a cold, ancient rain, the kind that seeped into the bones and stayed there. I walked. My boots were heavy. The mud clung to them. I was a constable. A badge of iron hung at my belt. It was dull. It was dead. I carried a key. It was small. It was pale. It was bone-white. It fit a lock that did not exist. Or so I thought. The town...

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