The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The rain fell in sheets, cold and relentless against the stone walls of the tower. It had been three days since I last saw the sun. Three days of mud, of silence, and of the slow, grinding ache in my left knee. The joint swelled with a dull, throbbing heat, a reminder of the blow I had taken from the iron gauntlet of the executioner. I stood before the great oak door of the Keep, my hand...

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