The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The feast hall smelled of roasted venison and old wax, a thick, cloying scent that clung to the back of my throat like a secret I had forgotten how to keep. We sat in a long row of oak benches, the wood worn smooth by generations of hands that had gripped it in fear, in greed, or in the cold indifference of duty. Outside, the rain lashed against the high, narrow windows of the castle, turning...

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