The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The fire ate the oak. It was a slow, hungry thing, the flames licking up the grain with a sound like tearing silk. In the center of the room, surrounded by the glow, stood Elias Thorne. He was not a man who burned things. He was a man who preserved them. A soldier. A keeper of order. But the order had broken. The room was small. A cellar, really. Stone walls. Damp air. The smell of wet earth...

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