The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the cobblestones of the palace courtyard into a slick, black mirror that reflected the grey sky and the towering, rain-swept spires of the keep. I stood by the window of the scriptorium, my hands wrapped around a mug of cold tea, watching the water drip from the eaves in a rhythmic, relentless tap. My name is Elias, and I am a junior archivist, a...

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