The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The road to the manor was not paved, but churned into a slurry of mud and bone, a path that seemed to stretch back into the grey dawn as much as it led forward into the fog. You walked with your head down, counting the steps, each one a small, rhythmic admission of guilt. The village of Oakhaven had been left behind an hour ago, its smoke rising in thin, apologetic wisps against the low sky....

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