The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended gray mist that clung to the walls of the Abbey of St. Jude, turning the ancient stones into weeping faces. It was the season of the Long Shadow, when the light in the valley died three hours before the sun, and the air tasted of wet iron and rotting leaves. Thomas Bradshaw walked the narrow causeway that separated the monastery from the...

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