The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The hall was a cathedral of rot, a vast, breathing mouth of velvet and decaying gold where the air hung thick with the scent of lilies and the metallic tang of old blood, and I stood there in the corner, my armor polished to a mirror shine that reflected the distorted, weeping faces of the courtiers who watched me with eyes full of a hunger I could not quite name, a hunger that had been eating...

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