The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The dampness in the cell did not smell of rot, as one might expect from a dungeon carved into the living rock of the north face, but of something far more insidious: the scent of wet wool and old iron, a smell that seemed to seep into the marrow of my bones and calcify there. I am old now, or perhaps I have always been, for time in this place does not march forward but pools, stagnant and...

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