The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The rain fell upon the city of Aethelgard with a persistent, hollow rhythm, drumming against the leaded windows of the apothecary like a thousand impatient fingers. Elias Vane stood before the mortar and pestle, his hands trembling not from cold, but from the sheer weight of the silence that had swallowed him. He was a man carved from shadow and regret, a prisoner of his own making, locked in a...

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