The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended gray curtain that erased the boundary between the world and the void, leaving only the wet, slick reality of the road and the heavy, rhythmic thud of boots on mud. Sir Aldric Vane walked with the slow, deliberate gait of a man whose bones had long since ceased to care for the comfort of the flesh that housed them, his cloak weighed down...

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