The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The rain against the glass of the upper gallery was a rhythmic, dull thumping, a sound that seemed to vibrate directly through the soles of your shoes, anchoring you to the cold marble floor of the Council Hall where the air smelled of damp wool and old, stagnant authority. You stood there, hands clasped behind your back, watching the three men in the lower chamber who had called you to this...

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