The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The fog did not roll in; it was poured, a thick, grey slurry that swallowed the soot-stained streets of Ashwick until the world was reduced to a few feet of damp, breathing air. Elara Vance stood at the edge of the precipice, her boots caked in the red clay of the lower districts, her fingers trembling as she held the porcelain vial. It was not glass, but something harder, colder, a material...

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