The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, gray curtain that blurred the edges of the world and turned the cobblestones of the Abbey Quarter into a slick, treacherous maze where every footfall sounded like a secret whispered against the stone. I stood before the heavy oak doors of the Inquisitor’s office, my hands trembling not from the cold, but from the weight of the object...

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