The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The iron gate groaned. It was a sound like a dying animal. Thomas stood before it. His hand rested on the hilt of his sword. The steel was cold. It bit into his palm. He did not pull it free. He waited. The gate opened. A sliver of light cut the darkness. "Enter," said the voice. It was deep. It was dry. It smelled of old parchment and dust. Thomas stepped through. The courtyard was vast....

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