The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The air in the great hall of Blackwood Keep was thick with the scent of roasted lamb and old stone. We had gathered for the Feast of St. Jude, a rare night of warmth in the long, biting winter. The torches on the walls flickered, casting long, dancing shadows that seemed to breathe. I sat at the high table, my armor polished to a mirror shine, though my hands trembled slightly beneath the...

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