The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The candle on the desk flickered, casting a long, trembling shadow that stretched across the parchment like a wound. Elias Vane sat alone in the high tower of the Keep, the wind whistling through the cracks in the stone, a sound that seemed to mimic the hollow ache in his chest. He was not a man who belonged in such a place of rigid power and ancient hierarchy, yet here he was, the new...

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