The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The mud in the valley did not smell of the earth, it smelled of wet iron and old blood, a metallic tang that coated the back of my throat with every shallow breath I took while I crouched behind the shattered remains of the stone wall, watching the fog roll in thick and grey from the river below, knowing that the men who came for me would not ask questions, they would only take, and I, a man...

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