The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The mist clung to the valley floor of the Blackwood Ridge like a damp shroud, swallowing the lower branches of the ancient oaks and erasing the distinction between earth and sky. Elias Thorne walked with the heavy, rhythmic cadence of a man who had walked this path a thousand times, his boots sinking into the loam that smelled of decay and rain. He was not a hunter, nor a scholar of folklore,...

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